Thursday, 11 March 2010
I'm dreaming of . . .
Yes its amazing, beautiful etc etc . . . no more please! Can we now have thrusting green stuff, crazed bird song and trips to the garden centre. When I was little, I had a wonderful fantasy of what it would be like if snow was warm, dry and fluffy. How wonderful to roll down a hillside, bumping and buffeting into soft whiteness. To burrow into a snowdrift and lie there incased in warmth.
Here is our house, a small plastic cake decoration on a God-sized Christmas cake. Many of our trees are squashed, enough is enough.