I took a brisk walk today. The air was brisk. I was about as slow as molasses in January, bundled in layers from the three hats on my head to the insulated barn boots on my feet, inching my way along to keep from slipping and sliding. I would have snapped a selfie but my phone was buried in a second layer pocket and it is hard to unzip things while wearing woolen mittens. Needless to say, it is frigid cold in Youngstown, Ohio.
Mr. Marsberry Cat
Barnbees 