The official word is nine degrees this morning on the Salkum prairie!
Sunny doesn't begin to describe the brilliance.
Fractals of frost on the backs windows.
Dregs of snow gusted into the micro-topography of the yard.
Hot coffee inside.
And though these be the times that try men's soles (the floor is freezing!-- but I just found slippers), why would I trade it! I mean, just look at what God made!
1 comment:
I admire ice very much.
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