Here in these Northern Latitudes the weather is just as odd, spring-like
much of the time, with blackbirds still seen singing and dying flies
a-buzzing, while other days, like today, it turns into a cinema cliché of
Victorian England, the fog is a-swirling and I swear I earlier saw both
Nostradamus proclaiming It Is A Sign and Holmes and Watson climbing into a
cab.
ooh arr, these be profound things (wink)
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Jill Jones" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2001 11:27 PM
Subject: Re: Poem
> > No spring here, just an extremely untimely winter (the coldest
> > November for 120 years). Maybe on my part it's wishful thinking -
> >
> > From Cold of Melbourne
>
>
> Dear Cold of Melbourne,
>
> Sorry to hear of the weather - and hope your flu is better. We've had
> everything in the last month or so from the vilely tropical (street as
sauna)
> to the freezing (well, freezing for Sydney this time of year). But in
between
> the bees have been a buzzin', especially round the bottlebrushes which, in
our
> yard, finally flowered in profusion this year, and also the cherry tree,
now
> long past the blossoming but which since has produced a number of edible
> berries (for those that don't know, cherries would not normally stand a
> snowflake's chance in hell in Sydney).
>
> Best,
> Jill
>
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