This was the frost on our windshield this morning. It's too cold to move. It's too cold to type.
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I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
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February
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- Certainty?
- Permafrost and Politics
- Guest Blogger
- Ecstatic
- In the air
- Nick Movie Awards
- Yesteryear
- Hi-Top Sneakers
- Charmed
- Moonrise
- "Winter Song" by Aaron Kramer
- Fixing a hole
- My Mojo is on! (And I can't stop licking my arms.)
- Cozy home, warm hearts
- Goodness
- Song Against Street Numbers
- You can't touch this
- Platillos Voladores
- Attention Residents
- Frost
- With My Own Eyes
- Prairie Joe's
- Petition
- Some Days
- Snow Day
- Yes we can
- Smiles
- Super Bowl
- Adventure Girl's Guide to Puerto Rico
- Lakeside Cafe
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