Hoarfrost
As a matter of fact, no. Winter doesn’t come until Wednesday, but you’d
never know it by the weather. I know
this is called autumn weather by our friends up in the North, but it really is
still autumn here too. It was 3.2-deg.F
when we got up this morning. After being
up repeatedly all night checking the water lines, I was relieved to see the
plumbing still intact this morning. This
is making me very happy about all those days I spent crawling under the house
putting foam insulation on every inch of waterline. This is the coldest we’ve seen here in
Oklahoma in a decade-plus. The picture
is of the hoarfrost on the clothesline, and the patio is covered with small
birds in survival mode. Jean’s tropical
birds are singing happily in the heated, insulated room we built for them in
the garage. So, as long as the heaters
and utilities hold up, life is still good.
(A little paddling would make it better.) You know it's cold when the cats won't even get out of bed for tuna fish.
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