A house with a walled garden, softened by hedges and a new wisteria. I live surrounded by auction finds, other treasures, stores of food, stocks of wine, too many clothes, walls of books and pictures... and rooms filled with comfort and activities. I share all this with DJ and the cat. I paint, I cook, I travel and I walk. Read more on my blog...Withinthewalledgarden.blogspot.com
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Sunday, 8 February 2009
The Blackbird sits on the top bough of the tree at the bottom of the garden. It hasn't any experience of snow so it must be relying on some sort of instinct. It is high up and surveying its domain. It may well be disconcerted by this new STUFF but it copes with it all much better than we humans seem able to.Here it is with a better surround. The local snowman is its only companion. Behind the two of them is the footpath into town, heading off to the left behind the hedge.It's amazing what you suddenly want when you can't have it. Luckily, I was snow bound with a bag of knitting, a sudoku challenge booklet, my camera, my computer, great cooking opportunities, wonderful company and a warm cosy home. But I missed Tigger and I'm sure she missed me. Boy! did she shout at me all the way home. Eventually D dug me out of the driveway and checked me to the local petrol station. From there I arrived home with a score of 20 Stobarts and a happy cat.
Still very concerned about the fires in my home state of Victoria.