Like fragile ice, anger passes away in time.
Ovid
We woke up to a heavy frost. The air was clear and crisp as I took my camera out to the backyard. Soon the temperatures warmed and the ice crystals melted into trickles.
It's looking a lot like December - I guess because these icy red berries remind me of holly. Soon I'll be able hear the ethereal voices from Clare College sing "The Holly and the Ivy". Must wait until December 1st to sing carols; to trim the tree; to watch the Grinch and Frosty. Waiting. Waiting.
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