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It’s snowing at Badger House today

snow on badger house

The lambing has started so the fields behind are sprinkled with laa-bams curled up against their mothers in the snow. Uncle B has a roaring coal fire going in the grate. And here’s me, rolling paint across the crusty nicotine-stained walls of Weasel Towers.

Feh.

Good thing I drink.

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: April 6, 2008, 1:15 pm

That’d look good on a Christmas Card.
Blasted weather. I only put my tomatoes and tobacco out the other day. And now this.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 1:18 pm

Yup. He’s hoping to get next year’s Christmas card out of it today. He’s already soaked his new camera playing in the snow.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 6, 2008, 2:11 pm

Now that’s what a proper Badger country estate looks like! Damn!

I hope Lord B didn’t lose too many plants to this unseasonable global-warming-induced cold snap. God-damn Al Gore. I bet he gets tired of being right all the time. It’s that Nobel prize, y’know. Make’s ’em omniscient.

Roast lamb. Mmmmm. Surely the neighbor won’t miss one?

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 6, 2008, 2:34 pm

F*ck Algore and the nobel prize he humps every night.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: April 6, 2008, 2:36 pm

Badger Estate is absolutely beautimous.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 3:43 pm

Isn’t it? I’m afraid that’s just making it worse. I’m having a little fit of despair today…I am soooooo tired of packing and cleaning and fixing this house up.

It’s a combination of bone-laziness and the bad luck of trying to sell in the teeth of this market. If I were sure it would move, I’d be a lot cheerier. If I thought I’d make a nice profit, I’d be cheerier still.

 


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 6, 2008, 3:53 pm

This too will pass, Weaz! You’ll be acros the pond ‘fore ya know it!

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: April 6, 2008, 5:00 pm

Lambing can’t be a whole lot of fun, but little baby lambs are cute and delicious. Mother Pupster used to read James Herriot’s books to me when I was a young pup. They made me want to be a vet, until I witnessed a kitty-birthing. Euewwh.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: April 6, 2008, 5:06 pm

Where you up on a ladder for that picture, Uncle Badger?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 5:11 pm

Watching lambs is incredibly fun. They sproing around like little pop-o-matic dice.

That’s a pretty standard driveway view of Badger House. You step down to the front door. It always looks to me like the front door is hobbit-sized, but it isn’t. It’s a later addition to the house, probably in the ’70s, and it’s a normal front door size. The original front door faced our neighbors (the people, not the sheep).

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: April 6, 2008, 6:38 pm

So, Uncle Badger had snow today, while I had a snow cone (it’s 76ºF and sunny here).

I don’t think I’ll be moving north anytime soon…

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 6, 2008, 6:57 pm

I’d be happier if it snowed more often, there. That’s why I’m all excited about this: I’ve only seen snow in Britain once or twice before.

It’s amazingly temperate in the South of England. It seldom gets below freezing in the Winter or above eighty or eighty five in Summer. You get four distinct seasons, right enough, but I could stand the occasional white Christmas.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: April 6, 2008, 8:07 pm

I once had an Australian friend who reversed the usual process. Many Brits, as they get older, try to escape to somewhere that is A/ warmer and B/ more like England.

My friend, Ron, loved it here because we have seasons, just as the Weasel says. Where he was born, you could get up every day and just know it was going to be hot and sunny.

Trouble is, as I get older, I slide more towards the ‘get me out of here’ point of view.

Then again, I was the idiot mustelid out there in the snow today. soaking my cameras as I snapped away.

There’s something about snow that just says… PLAY!

 


Comment from Stashiu3
Time: April 6, 2008, 8:27 pm

There’s something about snow that just says… PLAY!

I moved down south because all I ever heard snow say was SHOVEL!!!

Never.again. 😉

 


Comment from Kowboy
Time: April 6, 2008, 10:07 pm

I’m with you Stash. I lived in the DC area for 3 years after I got out of the Navy. As soon as I got the chance my ass was back in Tennessee where it belonged.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: April 7, 2008, 8:32 am

I am really looking forward to the summer, so I can get up and know it will be hot and maybe sunny. (Looks like it will be cloudy but will get up to 84º today.) I’m tired of this spring. Every time I get my hopes up that it’s finally starting to get warm, BAM, we get another cold front. In fact, there was one day when the temperature dropped thirty degrees (not an exaggeration) between lunch and leaving work.

Also, the best part of the day for me? That moment when, having just left work, I open the car door and slide into the seat that’s been toasted by the sun for the last few hours. ahhhhh

 


Comment from gnus
Time: April 7, 2008, 10:37 am

I’m with Stashiu and Kowboy. I came south for the sunshine. Heck, even Tennessee was too cold for me.

 


Comment from nbpundit
Time: April 7, 2008, 11:17 am

Nice christmasy photo. You should enlarge it and
have it framed for the house.
Stoaty,I see you were over for a short visit this
morning. Is work that off? Heh™

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 7, 2008, 11:24 am

I’m making myself nuts trying to work out how to deal with my blogroll, NB. I don’t mean to be not dropping by, it’s just…sites in the middle of the alphabet tend to get short shrift.

It’s a lot of work, being anal retentive.

 


Comment from nbpundit
Time: April 7, 2008, 1:11 pm

“It’s a lot of work, being anal retentive.”

I know that feeling very well meself.

 

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