Hello everyone brrrrrrrr

So, my husband and I began sorting out our veg patch for the winter. If I tell you that we had to tackle it with the hedge-trimmer, I probably don't need to say anymore. It's a machine that makes me very nervous. I don't know whether it's worse watching my husband doing it, or myself. I keep seeing a limb going flying (in my imagination) Anyway, no limbs went flying, just a few old tomatoes and cucumbers, hidden in the tangle.

Our garden looks very tidy now, thanks. But, towards the last half hour, it began to snow. The wind then began to swirl it round into a blizzard. And, by the time we'd finished it was just a white whirl. Cold too!

Just as well that I woke up that morning and the cows had gone. How do those farmers predict the weather so well? They had just disappeared, and I still didn't manage to get a really good photo of any of them  But I did manage to write a song! I do like to write and sing the odd song, not too odd I hope, though, so sing along :

Blues Moood.

"I woke up this morning,

 And the cows, they were all gone.

 They'd disappeared, Lord only knows where they belong,

 It'd started snowing, the day before they left.

 My field is empty, dear Lord I'm so bereft!

 So gone are the jingles, and the jangles too.

 The distant mooing, that made me feel so blue.

 Woke up this morning, and all the cows were gone,

 Especially Gertrude, cos I know she was the one."

Hey! Did you like it? Sing your own tune to it, if you like. I may put it to music myself one day, and sing it on Itube for ya! Great isn't it? My husband, described it as "different"! Can you do better than that?

Shake your booty!

Did you shake your booty? I love a bit of blues, don't you? Here's me shaking my shadow booty. Luckily it's not really that gigantic.

We were going to go "patting" yesterday, too. Do you know what "patting" is? (Actually,  I don't really think it's a real word) I'll give you a clue: it's something to do with cows. Any ideas? Yes; you're right, it's collecting cowpats! Obvious those healthy cows have left some lovely examples for my veg. patch. Can't beat a good cowpat, can you? My husband said: " I'll drag a bag and a spade around there with you, if you like?" Now, you don't often get a better offer than that, do you? Unfortunately, it peed down, soon afterwards, probably making it all a bit too squelchy and smelly - splatpats!!  How long do you think they'll take to disappear, do you think?

We had our first hard frost last night, too. Now I must run round bagging up my delicate plants with that net-protection-cloth, before they have a huff with me and all their leaves fall off. I woke up this morning, and everything was white with frost. Very pretty though, from the inside. Kind of like a frosted Christmas cake.

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