The Brits and the Bottle Machine

  In Blighty, they are thinking about something really revolutionary. This is the introduction of bottle gobbling machines in supermarkets to recycle your beer bottles and other stuff and get some money back. Well hello, Britain must be the last country in the world not to have these. Back in western New York we have been experiencing them for a whole, so herewith a few helpful hints.
1) It takes a huge mental effort finally to resolve to stop on your hurried dash out of the door and lift the  overflowing box of bottles from the floor to the car. But it is worth it.
2) It's one of life's minor pleasures to feed your bottles one at a time into the machine and hear them being digested with loud smashes, clanks and crunches and I swear it - burps and then see the cents piling up on the little screen.
3) You can also take perverse enjoyment in feeding the wrong sort of bottle in and seeing if the machine can be fooled. Usually it can't.
4) You must remember not only to take your paper voucher out of the machine but also to present it at the till to get your money back. That's where the system starts to break down and presumably where they count on making their money.
5) There are legions of Americans who make an industry out of working out how you can purchase your bottles in a state with low deposit fees and then recycle them in a state where you get more money back. Of course you have to factor in transporting your bottles over state lines, though I'll bet there are some people who fill up pickup trucks specially for this. Judging by the number of customers  I get stuck behind at the supermarket checkout, who produce armfuls of fiddly, time-consuming coupons cut from obscure magazines to save money, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
Britain can't get bottle machines soon enough. It will be a whole new leisure activity and family time too. You know how kids just love feeding ducks? This is much better.

The Blog Apologises...

... for intermittent service due to travel and family reasons. In the meantime

A little late for Palm Sunday, a reminder of Florida is in order. Yes I think those really are coconuts. Better not to stand underneath.

Someone Else For Dinner

We were in the kitchen this evening when hubby called out, "Look!"

The cheeky white tail deer nibbled a bit at the fallen maple tree branch, then sauntered off. But not before having a good look through the window. And to think I said only yesterday that we hadn't seen many deer this winter.

The More it Snows (Again)

We were complacent if we thought Spring was on the way. All week it's snowed on and off

We've had two power cuts, a frozen drain, a flood and dozens of fallen branches. Did we leave Florida for this? Is it payback for lounging in warmth for most of the winter? But when the sun comes out..

You would almost pay to come here

With a free art show. Ice crystal fantasy.

A touch of Jackson Pollock 

 And guess who's

Coming to dinner!

 I put up the feeder again and from nowhere they were there. How did they ever get through the winter without us? 

Goodbye Florida Sunset..And Hello Winter

We must be crazy. This is what we left. A beautiful, warm, Golden Beach sunset.

And back in western New York, after a false dawn, a couple of vaguely mild days without a flake of snow on the ground, on Friday morning .... 

 This happened

All that snow on the hanging baskets - that was just overnight

They had warned in the weather forecast that the snow wouldn't be normal snow. It would be extremely heavy and wet and snow shovelling could be dangerous - might bring on heart attacks and so on. Well the trees were certainly bent out of shape.

 With all that weight. And huge branches came off the maple trees all morning.

And the arborvitae by the drive - the bits of them that survived the deer onslaught - were bent right over like triumphal; arches

Even our 4WD got stuck at the end of the drive, in all the heavy snow the plough dumped and I had to dig it out. They were right in the weather forecast.  Plus we had no electricity and no telephone.  I trudged up the hill to try and get a mobile phone signal. We hardly ever get one at the house but this sometimes works. Except not today.

The lane was pretty though.

Coming back, I noticed the variegated dogwood bush was squashed flat by the snow.

But this afternoon we looked out of the window and discovered a kind neighbour had come and ploughed the drive and disappeared before we could even thank him. That's western New Yorkers for you.