With frozen cabbage.
I wondered exactly how long would they last up here.
There is light snow.
Fifteen degrees descending.
With strong wind
The Under Garden draws near.
The first good blast of deep cold is always a bit of a shock.
When life doesn't venture far from my front porch.
What did I do with that mop?
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It is blasting here too.
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