"One morning the whole world was delicately silvered. Every blade of grass was silvery and the path had a thin sheen. It was hot like fire under Laura’s bare feet, and they left dark footprints in it. The air was cold in her nose and her breath steamed. So did Spot’s. When the sun came up, the whole prairie sparkled. Millions of tiny, tiny, sparks of color blazed on the grasses."
On the Banks of Plum Creek, Laura Ingalls Wilder, 1937.
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We had a beautiful frosty morning yesterday.
I dashed out after the sun came up to get some photos of the frost on the chicken barn fence. It was very cold but I bundled up.
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Summer activities are keeping us busy.
I'm enjoying the cooler weather - I even put on a SWEATER today! woohoo! There's not much sewing going on but we have canned our first batch of applesauce.
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