One look,
it took.
Miserable out;
staying in!
Some are born into the most inhospitable environments and of those, most stay.
I still wonder why, but in truth the answer is in my own behaviour. I too go out.
Thanks again to Tess at Magpie Tales for the prompt and opportunity to go where otherwise I would not.
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no decision here- I'd be staying inside for sure!
ReplyDeleteI suspect there's a lot going on here, between the lines!!
ReplyDeleteThere always is!
DeleteThere was a time I would go out, brave minus 20 weather, and revel in crisp spring bite.
ReplyDeleteToday, mostly I stay inside.
It depends on the urgency of the errand - I can brave a monsoon for chocolate :)
ReplyDeleteBut you go there so well.
ReplyDeleteI love any excuse to stay indoors with a book, a blog or my sewing machine. But weather like that is why I left New England (the US one, that is). And Tassie too, for that matter. The older I get, the more I need the sun's warmth on my old bones.
ReplyDeleteSlicey, icy rain you know-good time not to get stung by it and wind! Thanks for visiting-
ReplyDeleteBest place to be when it's miserable.
ReplyDeleteIt's something I've often thought about - why the migrating hoards, thousands of years ago, trudged across the land bridge from Asia to North America and stayed where they were up to their necks in snow, and food was scarce! Some of them anyway. Food for thought.
ReplyDeleteA good question. Probably not all that different from the 'Mayflower' reasons... looking for something and escaping from something. I am sure the first wave went a season at a time, with abundant game and no human resistance.
DeleteBring on the blankets! Thank you for sharing this, Stafford. I love your economy of words. lol
ReplyDeleteGreat blog you have Stafford!!!!
ReplyDeleteYour words are well chosen.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
=)
" the sea , the sea ! " . Cheers bloke
ReplyDeleteI am with you on that Stafford. :-)
ReplyDeleteHa ha! And that is that, plans can change SO quickly. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love to stay in - until the wind blows and then I want to go out and let it charge up my soul...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
This cuts to the chase! Crisp and concise!
ReplyDeleteHi Belva, as I try to do to see what my commneters are doing, I clicked back to you but that did not take me to your blog. ?
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