miðvikudagur, október 26, 2005


The first rain of the season has hit, slowing everything down, making it gray and flannel-clad. It's long past the first night frost, of course, back in September, but that was non-event, the result of turning the refrigerator dial too far. I was rewarded the next morning with an icy pitcher of water, a pint of frozen milk, and a shocked-seeming summer squash, frozen half a centimeter deep.

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