That's 20 degrees this morning for those of us who worship in the Farenheit church. Cold. Cold, cold, cold, because the wind off the water just comes roaring through here. BRR. Cold dogs, frozen cats. Pitiful squirrels sitting miserably on the fence hoping I'll spill when I fill the bird feeder. I do, of course. And I put boiling water in the bird bath to thaw it because liquid water is hard to come by for the little birds today. The dog water dish is frozen solid.
Nonetheless, today I will...
Published on December 07, 2009 09:46