Many of my mornings in this Al Gore Winter have been characterized by heavy accumulations of rime-ice (hoar frost). It covers the cedars, the cottonwoods, fences, sunflower skeletons— everything. Some of the "spikes" these mornings are almost an inch long. I can't remember so much rime-ice before this winter.
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Lord have mercy. That's beautiful, but at the same time it's got to be murder living there. How's the firewood holding up?
Not at all "murder" to live here. You either love this country or you hate it. I love it.
Firewood's good, although Em gives me the evil eye when I take stuff from her rabbit-piles.
Lot of humidity in the air to grow that. We get quite a bit here when it gets below freezing during a fog.
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