Even the drainage ditch managed to look a little appeaing.
The barnyard grass held tight to brown instead of giving in to the universal gray.
I found three mourning doves hunkered down high in a tree. They were all fluffed up against the cold. See the link below for how sleek they look in summer.
The biggest excitement was this lightning strike. Yeah, I'm pulling your leg. It's snow in the cracks in the road.
In other news, I wrote a chapter in the morning and worked on several projects in the afternoon. I felt really disciplined, despite not finishing any of the afternoon tasks. Progress was made. That has to count.
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