"What's this cold white stuff? My tail is cold! And so are my paws! Woof!"
The green house. Plants inside are thinking (yes, you know they can), "It's cold, and who turned out the sun?"
The chicken coop. Henrietta, Claudette, and Waltzing Matilda are thinking, "Cold, cluck, cold! I need to go lay an egg. Race you to the nesting box."
The garden under a blanket of white.
The last of the garden veggies we harvested the evening BEFORE it snowed; carrots, celery, chives, and squash.
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