Taking Lola out this morning, in pjs, old faded shirt and sneakers I couldnt help but notice the carpet of crystalize silk that crunched under foot as we made our way to her special spot as any exposed skin felt the icy fingers of the air. Enshrined vehicles appeared lifeless as the frost covered leaves of the mighty oak hung precariously to their limbs like waiting GHOSTS ready to descend upon any approaching victum. Upon returning to the warmth of my dwelling I looked at the thermomater and here on the hill at 6 am it was a cool 26 degrees. Have a wonderful day.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 11:17:02 +0000