Monday, November 24

It's beginning to feel a lot like winter

The temperature plummeted last week with nighttime temperatures dropping below freezing. Snow was threatened but none fell near to us.

Of course, this caused the inevitable warnings of danger to life for people over a certain age, a category that we both are in. We were warned to stay indoors, as if we ventured outdoors, we may freeze to death. Now I know for some people the cold is health-threatening, but I'm sure these warnings of doom are becoming far more frequent. It seems the powers that be are determined to frighten us to death.

I much prefer the cold, bright days to the warmer, drearier ones.



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Sunday, November 16

Wash out

I haven't much to tell you this week. We haven't been to the allotment nor have we had an afternoon out.

This wasn't through choice, it has just rained for most of the week. It's now hard to believe how we were wishing for rain over spring and summer.

Friday, it rained non-stop all day. Martyn's weather station recorded a total of 31.2mm (1.2in). This makes it the 10th wettest day since Martyn started keeping records in 2010.




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Monday, November 10

A false start

 




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Thursday, November 6

October in pictures







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Monday, November 3

If at first you don't succeed


There are only a couple of beds that haven't been dug over, and just one left to weed. That's the bed where we are having the manure dropped off.

Hopefully, this will keep on coming until we decide that we have enough.




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