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oh dear! well, count your blessings that you do not live in Vancouver ;-) it's nice here now but that is a mere blip on the radar of rain rain rain...
ReplyDeleteAnnie:
ReplyDeleteI know whereof you speak. I was raised in Cork - the wettest city in Ireland.
I feel mildewed at the moment ;^)
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And in Oklahoma we're only now beginning to feel a slight chill early and late; no rain to speak of for some time. Waiting for the leaves to turn. :-)
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ReplyDeleteIt will be worth the wait, I'm sure.
I just put a pot of peasoup on the fire, seems appropriate to the weather!
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We had a couple of years like that. The damp seems to seep into the bones. Today was a pet day and wonderful for the drive from Dublin to County Antrim.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of winters in Portland Oregon, which is why I spend summers there.
ReplyDeleteI think you mean 'pet' in more ways than one, GM!
ReplyDeleteNice drive in good weather for you!
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Yes, that west coast can be a damp place to be, I shouldn't complain, Marcia and I know this isn't endless, it just seems that way at the mo.
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Oh yuck - seems like a good time to get the fire on, draw the curtains, and get some nice music on the stereo to drown out the rain falling from above!
ReplyDeleteJo:
ReplyDeleteAs I write it is far, far too hot for a fire and the sunshine outside dances my name.
See next post.
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I'll go over to the next post then and see what's going on. I hope it's pleasant.
ReplyDeleteHi Nora:
ReplyDeletethe weather is but my post isn't :-)
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