The grue flew overheard crying weirdly on three twilight evenings and then winter arrived.
The temperature was zero or below for three mornings and the garden white and crisp.
At midday I walked around my garden crying 'Oh-oh-oh!' like the grue as I saw my blackened vegetable patch and dead flowers.
'Oh-oh-oh!'
We are at some altitude here and sunny days and clear skies mean very cold nights and a rather cool house.
They still haven't harvested the maize around us but soon the trees and the earth will be bare.
We are told that we will be very cold indeed by Christmas. At the moment the clear sunny days make the chill quite endurable.
The 'Grue cendree' is the common crane, or 'grus grus' who fly overhead from northern Europe to Spain and Portugal for the winter
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