can Spring be far behind?

The temperatures grew slowly and the sun even came out.

So we all ventured outside.

Mr Bingley sniffing for Spring

“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

‘Ode to the West Wind’.

Mr Darcy on birdie watch

Bingley on plant inspection, 

is the ground warm enough to dig it in...?

... dare we dream... might Spring really be here?

N O P E!

... we woke to this ... March snow...

Bingley

So, back inside.

hunkering down again.

Keep snug, dear blogging friends.

a new year unfolding

New Years Eve

May 2011 defy the doom and gloom outlined by the politicians and be a wonderful one for you all.

I think it will be! 

Boxing Day with dear friends

"The merry year is born

Like the bright berry from the naked thorn..."

~ Hartley Coleridge

Thursday in the Garden (and chaotic road)

Yesterday, we went together (Mrs H and Darcy), to investigate the great icicle forming beside the conservatory. This picture belies its true length, it is NOW double that and thicker!

Darcy ~ out to seek and find
In the early hours this morning, it snowed ALOT MORE. We were up most of the night watching cars outside the house skidding, spinning and crashing! I (Bing), scratched the door as loud as possible, to alert Mrs H because she was missing all the fun. She eventually came down but I was surpised to see that she didn't seem pleased or excited at all, just grumpy.

The Police came and knocked on our door. We assumed they wanted to cuddle us, but instead they asked Mr H to go and help dig out cars. We purred him on from the window and Mrs H made cups of tea for cold humans.

Welcome in the new...

So here is my first post on what is to be MY distinct area. I am temporarily free of those fluffy tinkers of mine, Darcy and Bingley, who are safely occupied over at Purrfect Haven.

My first post is to herald the New Year, and I draw my inspiration from Denise’s post over at abuncandance where she wrote about her chosen word for 2010. I have given it some thought and have chosen for mine, AUTHENTIC. I consign to the past those times when I have been less than authentic, uncomfortable in my own skin, untrue in some way that distorted how I felt. Instead I gladly go forward to meet my authentic self head on.

There is nothing like the great outdoors to cherish and concentrate the mind. It is particularly snowy at the moment, the cold shock as I go outside enough to quicken my heart. The thick snow fall made me gasp in dismay as I drew back the curtains to see it first.
Camera ever ready, I wrapped up and went out into a white world of promise. This is a little of what I saw.

Chilterns

the garden

icicle world

Diva snow lady

...caught out by the unexpected snow fall?

A white Christmas at our place...