Diary of a recluse

Air temperature 27 F, wind near calm, partly cloudy sunrise. Frost white across the grass.

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Commenting is a waste of time and annoys the pig . . .

The world turning brown

More leaves down or falling, after several mornings of hard freeze. Our oak still holds on. Probably some/most of those will end up on top of snow and blown to God knows where. At which time they become someone else's problem.