FURTHER UP AND FURTHER IN
This morning, we woke to a dusting of snow, and snow still flying sideways, although it wasn’t sticking by then. A day late, snow, you missed the white Christmas by a day! After a few hours it was pretty much gone from the streets, melting as the temperature climbed a few degrees above zero. Driving into town later, the fields so recently brown and bare, were candy-striped green and white with snow in the tractor tracks and in the furrows. A red-tailed hawk perched on a leftover pile of sugarbeets; apparently the highest spot around. Proof That I’m Not the...