You know what they are—those winds that cut to the bone, right through your clothes. Cold feet, cold hands. Time to head for milder climes. It was 28º last night, which may not seem like much to you Easterners, but those of us who live in NoCal (Northern California), forget what winter feels like and are astonished every year when it comes.
Tomatoes are truly dead now, but I still have fresh raspberries from the garden every morning, so it's not too bad here!
I'll be incommunicado until next Monday, so will post again next week.
Ciao!
Mary Lynn
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