DEATH RIDES A COLD WIND
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The dark winter bring death.
It was below 10 degrees this morning when I went to the barn. The plants that had looked as if they would burst into bloom any day have turned translucent and crisp. Flash fozen by the howling wind in the night. The frozen ground is good. I will be able to finally have hay delivered without having to house the deliverer until spring as he will not be getting stuck in the mud under these conditions.
Death comes to many it seems, not just the plants. A friend and mom of one of A's classmates just lost a friend to a brain tumor. She leaves three daughters. D'land buddies have be touched by grief in these past few days too. Sometimes the depth of the reminder that the cycle of life must turn seems too much.
written at 9:35 a.m.
January 17, 2007
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