This time last week, the warmest place in Scotland was Aboyne in Aberdeenshire with 23C.Today up there, it is same as here, 3C. But they also have deep snow, whereas here we have a biting wind and frequent snow flurries. Hence the Robert Burns poem at the bottom of my blog.
But hey! ... this is Scotland after all....and snow at Easter is not uncommon. It is the warm weather that is uncommon.
We all enjoyed it while it lasted, and now it is gone. Just as the schools closed for Easter.
This is Holy Week. A solemn week of meditating on the sufferings of Jesus as he went towards the Crucifixion. It is nice to see so many people at Church during this week, when attendance is not mandatory.
We had some work done in the garden recently. The storm damaged fence has been replaced with a smaller one with a gap at the bottom to allow the wind to pass under. The hanging baskets have flowered and are looking good. The rhubarb is sprouting too.
At the front, we had some mono-blocking done, and it looks good. We have a rockery where there was once just a slope. I'm pleased with how it looks. The photos were tken today between snow flurries.
Burns Original |
Chorus Up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early! When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw. I'm sure it's winter fairly! 1. Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly, Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast - I'm sure it's winter fairly! 2. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, A' day they fare but sparely; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn -- I'm sure it's winter fairly!
| Chorus Up in the morning's not for me, Up in the morning early! When all the hills are covered with snow. I am sure it is winter fairly!
Cold blows the wind from east to west, The drift is driving sorely, So loud and shrill is I hear the blast - I am sure it is winter fairly!
The birds sit shivering in the thorn, All day they fare but sparely; And long is the night from evening to morning - I am sure it is winter fairly!
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