There’s something about the first frost that always makes me pause. The stillness, the breath in the air, the way the garden seems to hold its last bit of color. It feels like both a beginning and an end.
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The Weather Outside Is Frightful…and That’s It
Holy merciful crap, is it ever friggin cold! I'm not going to lie. I've lived in Fort McMurray now for nearly 10 years, and I'm still shocked and amazed when the temperatures suddenly drop like a stone because winter has decided to throw a tantrum. Today is one of those days. I will give yesterday,… Continue reading The Weather Outside Is Frightful…and That’s It
