This morning was the coldest of the season so far. Cold enough for the spittle to freeze on Fate’s face. It made me realize my old torn gloves will not keep my hands warm for the rest of the winter. I’ll stop at Tractor Supply and pick up new ones.
The sun was bright and warm and the animals didn’t seem to notice the cold. They clamored at the gate when they saw the bowl of pineapple skin I brought them.
