Since we've no place to go...

Some leaves hang late, some fall before the first frost
--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones.

Pretty.

My brother sent me this text message:

"Yeah well it was -28 this morning and plus 8 the other day and this weekend coming up. Nice weather."

So, it's cold in Saskatchewan. Poor brother of mine. Mind you, I do miss the snow. I even miss the way it feels when your thighs freeze in your jeans and your eyelashes get sealed shut with ice. I think a prairie pilgrimage may be in order.