Judy, those temperatures of yours sound downright balmy. Everything is relative I guess. Tony probably thinks Cincinnati sounds balmy. Or does he think Boomer sounds balmy? (Don't ask.)
And, speaking of Tony, when I saw that picture that he took of his wife on the tractor dealing with all that snow, I said to myself, "I bet while Mr. Tony was standing there taking that picture, he was thinking of Robert Frost's poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Boomer
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