And a frosty one.
I love the way frost makes a plain bare landscape look so magical--and clean.
I think of frost as purifying. It burns away the dross and leaves only the most solid of elements: earth and rock--and birdhouses.
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As the snow flies
I'm sure most of you are well aware, particularly those of you who live in my neck of the woods, but this is Day 5 of Snowmeggedon 202...
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I'm sure most of you are well aware, particularly those of you who live in my neck of the woods, but this is Day 5 of Snowmeggedon 202... -
Our nine-year old granddaughter was baptized on Sunday, fully-immersed in water that had been warmed in an inflatable hot-tub. I grew up B... -
I don’t see much evidence to support that snow advisory we’ve been warned about every few minutes for the past two days, but I’m playing it ...
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