Walking the snowy path to the woodshed when the temperature was 12 degrees below zero, with added 20-miles-per-hour winds, I quickly sensed the sting of cold on my legs through usually reliable layers of fine wool leggings underneath heavy wool trousers.
For delight, add to winter at its most visually captivating the flurry of a diversity of birds winging in for high energy food at the most modest, or lavish, of bird feeders.
Plants painted with prickly frost crystals sparkled, lit by morning’s first sunbeams. Every sparkle flashed rainbow colors. Each uniquely rimed leaf invited a close-up look.
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