Tag: frost cold ice on trees

• I think I might go to the beach

  

  Look at my sunrise.  Yes. You are right. There is no rising sun.  No sun. No sky. Everything white and frozen. -7F (-21C). We have a hoar of a frost.  The trees are creaking and cracking under this ice. This bitter prairie goodbye. I think I might go to the beach. I am packed weighed…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  January 14, 2015

  Farming, homesteading, Life, Photography

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