Weather Report from Eskeys Ridge... Last night before I went to bed the temperature was 28 degrees on the kitchen porch and the wood stove was loaded with locust. As I was going down to put coffee on and bring in more wood, I heard an all too familiar voice singing, Baby Its Cold Outside. I put on my winter coat and heaved a big sigh before I went out the door. Good morning, Missy! Now this here is some fine weather. I reckon this puts me in mind of that Dogwood Winter back in 1983. I didnt even think twice about picking up the heaviest piece of locust wood in the pile and heading out after him. You GIT from here! I hollered. And dont you dare set foot on my porch or plant yourself in my porch swing for at least 8 months. I am sick of you, Old Man! You know, he can move right along when he feels the need... But, I bet he sneaks back on the Ridge tonight... My lilac is full of tender blooms! Oh but I could just wring his neck. But that young, fresh-faced red haired girl will be back soon. Love and hugs out to all my dearest dears from a cold and frosty Eskeys Ridge. xoxo SK
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 10:54:31 +0000
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