When I looked out the window at dusk I saw that the wetlands at the foot of our garden were all golden. But the frozen trees at the top of "our" mountain are really incredible. Words fail me for a change. Thank God Kurt got a picture. It's scenes like this that keep me out in the country. And when I get too rhapsodic about "country life", it usually means it's time for me to run down to the city for a few days and get a little not-so-Walden-pondish. And when I start appreciating ice on the mountain, a trip to Bergdorf-Goodman is not far behind.
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Jesus, no wonder you don't want to come back to Dallas. What a beautiful image. Dallas is having a bit of ice here tonight, but it won't look like that in the morning. It'll be a 10 car smash-up on Central.
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