I awoke this morning to frost on the lawn. Croach Patrick is snow-capped, and the brilliant sunshine is not warming this chilled earth. Yesterday we had frozen fog all day. It was bitterly, bone-chilling cold. It never burned off. I guess that means the clocks will be reset for all living things out of doors. I don't believe we had much frost last year, so perhaps some of the insects will die off.
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