Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Sunday, January 25, 2026
Iced Over
If given the option, I would have chosen snow. Soft, white flakes blanketing the ground. Instead, we are covered in ice. Trees, houses, vehicles, bird-feeders .No snowballs today.
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