It is no longer sneaking in on tippie-toes.
This morning our thermometer touched 11 degrees for a short while …
Heck, still double digits!
My California family shudders to consider it,
but I remind them we have heated houses to live in.
When it warmed up to 18,
I saw my first icebergs floating by
the front window in the East Fork of the Bitterroot.
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Cool has multiple meanings here.
P.S. the photos are thumbnails – click for full-sized pictures