As you can see, the sheep at the bottom of my garden had to have breakfast straight from the freezer this morning.

I woke up to freezing cold feet (must make myself some bed socks!) and the girls squealing about snow. Indeed, snow had fallen and settled much thicker this time – the second Weekend Snowfall in two weeks. Coo!

The first photo is of a neighbour’s garden. No, they haven’t splurged on a bit of Modern Art – it used to be a lovely bushy tree, but the other day, they came out with secateurs and such, and when they stepped back from their work, it looked like a big stick. They are super gardeners, so I’m sure the tree will grow shoots all over and be even more wonderful this year but, meanwhile, I thought it looked very striking in the snow and worthy of a photo…

By contrast, my back garden looks like a tangled mess in places. I had intended for us to go out in the April sunshine and have a wonderful family day of weeding, playing and possibly even picnicking. …But then I saw the snow, felt my feet, and decided that it would be much nicer to pull the covers over my head for the day. This didn’t happen though – I was raked out of my lovely warm bed to make pancakes for everyone.
Hurrumph.

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It was snowing when we woke this morning – I quickly grabbed the camera and took some shots from Flame’s bedroom window. As the first photo shows, the flakes were huge but the snow didn’t look like it would settle for long before melting. The second photo, also taken from an upstairs window, turned out rather interesting. The poor camera couldn’t cope with zooming beyond the falling snow and the end of the garden to where the sheep were standing, so the result looks more like a painting than a photograph. Cool. …Lambs have gradually been appearing in the fields with the older sheep over the past few weeks, and they are already having to put up with freezing rain and snow. Brr!

The girls hurriedly got dressed and scooped up snow to throw as it was melting, occasionally coming indoors to swap their soaked mittens for dry ones. They were not going to miss a moment of it! The pots of mud stew they had left in the garden were also ‘cooked’ to icy crust perfection:

Because she is seven, Flame dropped the chunks of ice on the ground and jumped on them until they were smashed to bits.

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