It's cold here this morning in south-central Texas. 11 degrees. As far as my husband and I can tell from our weather records (we've been keeping them since like 1989) it's the coldest we've ever seen. We stepped outside to experience it.
...that stars had fallen on our lawn in the night. Or maybe the sparkles are diamonds, scattered by the winter fairies.
Whatever they are, the glittering lights on the brown grass are beautiful. However, I'm content to look at the lovely light-show from our kitchen window.
I hope all of you are snug and warm. Care to join me for a cup of hot tea? Or hot cocoa?