Thursday, 14 November 2013

Views from my Windows

Here we are, Jane - winter dusk in Strawberry Land. Mattman thought the sky was purple. I thought it was pink. You say tomato...
No view of our friendly American today, because she is flying home as I type. Too short a stay, Sandra! On the subject of language, Sandra learnt the word we use for erasers, and we laughed and laughed. Homework will never be quite the same again. There's my kitchen reflected in the back garden once more.
And here are the television and the fire reflected in the front. I fell asleep in front of both this afternoon. While darkness fell and seasons changed.
Jo's teacher says that snow is forecast for this very day next week. Like Kipper, we strawberries are very positive about snow. Not sure that we're quite prepared for it yet though! Operation Readiness begins tomorrow...



6 comments:

Jane and Chris said...

There's me thinking "Oh, just look at that fancy lit up area in the garden" DER!!
Hope you get your snow...hope you get our snow.
Jane x

Pom Pom said...

Oh, I wish Sandra COULD have stayed longer! Snow already? Yikes! We haven't had any yet. I am loving the sunshine and warmth, but I'll welcome it when it arrives.
Pretty photos today, Mags!

Angela said...

forecasting snow next week round here too. I shall believe it when I see it!

M.K. said...

Don't you love falling asleep in the late afternoon, in winter, when the light is low and golden, and you're tired from your day. Especially when there's a glow from the fire, or the sounds of family coming come. Happy evening, Mags.

Pam said...

I sympathise about the POA for one's mum. I hope yours recovers at least a bit. It's sad, very sad, when one's mum becomes ill and old - though yours can't really be old, since you're young (by my standards).

Thistle Cove Farm said...

and your American friend had a great time visiting with her Belfast cousins -smile-. Mags, you have a lovely family and I am grateful for your hospitality.

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