Thirty-five degrees at 8:45am. In the sun. In a sheltered spot. Elsewhere the breeze is blowing and, for now, we're all happy bunnies.
Forty degrees at 10:00am. In the sun. In that sheltered (perhaps ill-chosen for scientific veracity) spot. Where'd that breeze go?
The mountains & the lake, people & places, children & chickens, frescoes & felines, barbera & books.
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Tuesday 5 August 2008
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising...
Thirty-five degrees at 8:45am. In the sun. In a sheltered spot. Elsewhere the breeze is blowing and, for now, we're all happy bunnies.
Forty degrees at 10:00am. In the sun. In that sheltered (perhaps ill-chosen for scientific veracity) spot. Where'd that breeze go?
Forty degrees at 10:00am. In the sun. In that sheltered (perhaps ill-chosen for scientific veracity) spot. Where'd that breeze go?
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