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Let it snow let it snow let it snow



FINALLY, after weeks and weeks of waiting, there is a little bit of snow to photograph! I have posted it in Autumn, and even a couple of weeks ago, but finally snow! It's lucky that I come in to work early though, as the mountain has been shrouded in cloud since nine o'clock this morning. In fact, my Fern Tree correspondent, Odette, informs me that there is snow at her end. I think that it is very much 'Scott of the Antarctic' up there at the moment.

On another note, Henry and I are presently reading The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Murial Spark. We are both enjoying it very much, but Henry keeps asking when a woman really reaches her ‘prime’. And wouldn’t you know it, I have no idea! I would imagine that it would depend on the lady concerned, but I told him I would consult the world through teh Internets.

Comments

Dina said…
Prime? I'm still waiting...
Wow, snow!
How refreshing to see snow in your mountains! It looks clean, my own mountains are shrouded by pollution today :(
Anonymous said…
I'm just worried I hit my prime without realising it and am now past it.

How cool to have a mountain at the end of the road!
Susannah said…
Hi Kris

Not sure where Odette lives at Fern Tree, but this morning at the 400 metre contour it was just cold and wet (Although the view of the mountain out of the kitchen window included a fair bit of the white stuff higher up). Looking at it now out of my office window (I am such a lucky girl!) there looks to be a reasonable amount down to about the Springs.

If this keeps up, we will no doubt have a flock of tourists from the lowlands (of Hobart) clogging up our road for the weekend!

cheers

Susannah
Anonymous said…
Nice to see you finally got the snow you wanted to photograph(all i got was cloud at the time!)
sam said…
snow, how cool! oh, ok, that's stating the obvious, but it is, i love snow.
Kris McCracken said…
I will be posting another pic of the snow later on, it was covered this morning!

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