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The Weather Thread # 4

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We had fog this evening, but it cleared in about 15 minutes after the rain started up again. The bottom of the garden is so bad now. Driving to Camberley this afternoon we saw lots of fields under water. I am hoping the people in low lying areas will be OK with this thaw.

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Yesterday lovely and sunny - Erin and I sat out and just chicken watched for a few minutes which turned into an hour. Then we put them all in the same run and watched them go to bed. Today we had a few glimpses of sun but mostly cloudy (I think there may have been some rain spots this morning), but also mild - enough to sit out and watch the girls not killing each other before bed. :lol:

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Brrrrrrrrrrrr

It's getting cold

Brrrrrrrrrrrr

 

It reminds me of Ted Hughes poem

 

Freezing dusk is closing

Like a slow trap of steel

On trees and roads and hills and all

That can no longer feel.

But the carp is in its depth

Like a planet in its heaven.

And the badger in its bedding

Like a loaf in the oven.

And the butterfly in its mummy

Like a viol in its case.

And the owl in its feathers

Like a doll in its lace.

 

Freezing dusk has tightened

Like a nut screwed tight

On the starry aeroplane

Of the soaring night.

But the trout is in its hole

Like a chuckle in a sleeper.

The hare strays down the highway

Like a root going deeper.

The snail is dry in the outhouse

Like a seed in a sunflower.

The owl is pale on the gatepost

Like a clock on its tower.

 

Moonlight freezes the shaggy world

Like a mammoth of ice -

The past and the future

Are the jaws of a steel vice.

But the cod is in the tide-rip

Like a key in a purse.

The deer are on the bare-blown hill

Like smiles on a nurse.

The flies are behind the plaster

Like the lost score of a jig.

Sparrows are in the ivy-clump

Like money in a pig.

 

Such a frost

The flimsy moon

Has lost her wits.

 

A star falls.

 

The sweating farmers

Turn in their sleep

Like oxen on spits.

 

 

 

and Mary Newcombe's lovely little picture, Ewes Watching Shooting Stars

 

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