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First Frosted

November 8, 2012November 8, 2012 / Elisa / 4 Comments

4 thoughts on “First Frosted”

Kathy

November 9, 2012 at 2:22 PM

Oh my gosh, by golly, we BOTH posted leaf photos! I love yours. Tremendously.

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Kathy

November 23, 2012 at 2:39 PM

Today we had another blizzard. Not that much snow (four inches?) but fierce winds. The world after frosting…

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- Elisa's Spot
  
  November 23, 2012 at 2:43 PM
  
  brrrrrrrrrr…I am enjoying me today. Solitude is a warm blanket and not a torture sentence. I am writing and working with Noticing Nature blog. I was even brave and made it public. How does the woodstove heat feel?
  
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  - Kathy
    
    November 23, 2012 at 2:46 PM
    
    The woodstove heat feels wonderful, so warm and soothing. It would be hard to go back to gas or electric. However, after being inside for hours upon hours you start to feel achy so I just went to the mailbox in the old snowmobile suit and felt the wind! I shall look at your shy blog now.
    
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