The cold has come back with a snap and a crackle of ice. Hoarfrost formed all over the ground and the windows on the greenhouses froze over is a lacework of ice.
This is nothing particularly writing related, other than that cold, numb fingers are very hard to type with.
Meanwhile the farm animals are all finding the best places to cuddle up for the night. Ever tried explaining to a fluff ball of a tom-kitten that the hand nest is for the chickens, not him?
This is nothing particularly writing related, other than that cold, numb fingers are very hard to type with.
Meanwhile the farm animals are all finding the best places to cuddle up for the night. Ever tried explaining to a fluff ball of a tom-kitten that the hand nest is for the chickens, not him?
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