It's hard to believe that it's the last few days of March and we are having single-digit temperatures at night. In fact, it was still only 5 degrees at 9 am. Those are Fahrenheit degrees, for those of you readers who use Celsius. Maggie and I took a little walk beside the road. As we came back up the driveway something was flashing and sparkling beside our decrepit barn. Do you know where?
See that grass in the area where the foundation is falling out?
Just ordinary icicles?
How about a long-billed bird, dipping for water? Or does he want an icy fish?
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