Baby, it’s cold outside. Our nights are getting down into the teens now—14* one morning.
The sky turns purple just before the dark fills all the corners.
Winter—December through the end of February.
“Winter is ….a quiet house in lamplight, a bright stars in a clear night, the roar of the wood-burning stove. It is warming the teapot. It is reading quietly. It is thick socks and the bundle of a cardigan.”—Katherine May
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
We’re not quite as cold as you are, but our sky is very similar to yours. I guess I have to admit that winder is here.
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I guess. Sure is sad. But in three months. We will have spring!
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Winter is here now too. And extra cold for several days. I’ll be glad when the teens are gone!
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I can do the 20 s. But those teens are miserable
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Chaplin: “I like it when our Dada is reading quietly because it gives me a chance to crawl into his lap in the living room. I wish he would do it a little more often …”
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Purrrrfect time for sleeping
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Oh I love that passage … . It is thick socks and the bundle of a cardigan! Brrh, it’s cold! Stay warm lovely …
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Yep jackets and socks that time of year
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