We have a light sprinkling of snow !!!
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Snow !!!
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We have a light sprinkling of snow !!!
behind every creative woman there's usually a very talented cat ...
I hope the old saying "slow thaw sure thaw" is right. I'm ready for Spring now!
We had some snow pellets yesterday 'gropple' as the weather folk call it.
Here's my snow pic from last week:
We had some snow pellets yesterday 'gropple' as the weather folk call it.
Here's my snow pic from last week:
No snow here. But it's still below zero at night and a bit of warm weather without that horrible eastern wind would be quite welcome.
We've had a wee bit of snow to. This is my cousin cleaning a little of it off his porch before the weekend
I hope the old saying "slow thaw sure thaw" is right. I'm ready for Spring now!
We had some snow pellets yesterday 'gropple' as the weather folk call it.
Here's my snow pic from last week:
it's been a while since we had that much down here! I like the word "gropple" ... tell me more?
We've had a wee bit of snow to. This is my cousin cleaning a little of it off his porch before the weekend
OK !!! I'm impressed !!! I did say a wee sprinkling ...
Scots_Charles_River
Bushcrafter (boy, I've got a lot to say!)
Elen, I fear that you're being led astray with lovely words from BBUK, I can see the opening text: -
"Bushcraft Betty slipped noislessly through the boreal forest, the only sound the faint siss of gropple filtering down through the needles of the lodgepole pine like water through a millbank bag. As the wind changed, imperceptably at first the fresh precipitation was replaced by the driech haar from the coast, deadening the final approach on her quarry Bear Grylls who was mercilessly battoning a woodlore clone out of shear frustration."
"Bushcraft Betty slipped noislessly through the boreal forest, the only sound the faint siss of gropple filtering down through the needles of the lodgepole pine like water through a millbank bag. As the wind changed, imperceptably at first the fresh precipitation was replaced by the driech haar from the coast, deadening the final approach on her quarry Bear Grylls who was mercilessly battoning a woodlore clone out of shear frustration."
I've learned a word today - we had Graupels this year....didn't know there was a word for them
And I've learnt how to spell Graupels!!
