We rarely have snowfall where we live. So when it does snow we get very excited. If it does snow in these parts it tends to fall on either side of us in Mount Victoria and Oberon. So what an amazing surprise to see snow starting to fall in mid-October (Spring) right outside our door on Tuesday night. And it kept falling in big, fat and heavy snowflakes. We woke up to a Winter wonderland and started singing about chestnuts roasting on an open fire. The Spring garden, with flowering lavenders, iris and roses was heavily weighed down in a layer of snow and some tree branches were so heavy they snapped off. Please enjoy our photos of the great Little Hartley snowfall event of 2014.
Fond regards, Betty-Rose
Although Winter is not quite over yet, and Jack Frost might still be around, I thought I would celebrate the frosty year we have had so far. I got close and personal with the frost this year despite chillblains and slipping about wearing little flatty shoes.
So here goes, the miracle that is frost…
Yours in chilliness, Betty-Rose
In the previous post you got to find out about what Betty-Rose is loving at the moment. I present for you the five things I am loving at the moment in the midst of Winter. I will be drinking a piccolo coffee and an IPA is gently coming off the fridge chill in readiness (see “beer” below) as I contemplate my winter’s day reflection.
It is chilly outside. It is five degrees at the moment. A rather icy wind is blowing. Why not join me in front of the fire with a hot beverage of your choice. You may fancy a piccolo coffee, a hot cocoa or a cup of rosehip tea from Germany brewed in my Polish teapot. Or maybe you are a straight up and down English Breakfast tea fan.
As I sit here with my cup of rosehip tea, in the midst of Winter, I am reflecting on five things I really love at the moment. Continue reading →
My Mum read me lots of stories when I was a little poppet and also told me stories “from her head”. My Mum also has an amazing assortment of true stories. I thought I would share this one with you (with her permission) as it is one of my favourites.
This story is set in Hungary when my Mum was nine years old. Mum wrote it down and emailed it to me the other day. So here it is.
About that rabbit (as told by my Mum)
It was December 1944. The Russians and Germans were still fighting but not in the village we found ourselves in. Continue reading →