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Winter world


I know it is nearly summer now but when we were ending this trip it was still winter and the sight of bare trees had me feeling a little worried.

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  1. Those 'white' branches make for a terrific shot. Beautiful wintery scene!

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    1. They are all of course well an truly in leaf now. Our native forests are mostly evergreen so wintery scenes like this only happen where there are planted gardens.

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  2. Winter up north isn't like winter is it? That's why we like living there.

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    1. Yes that is the nice thing about your part of the world. But the nice thing about my part of the world is that summer isn't like summer ... or at least not like one or your summers. I find them unbearable.

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