There once was a woman whose bottom
Was glaringly large, it was rotten,
She could't sit down
And her face wore a frown,
Now she's down in the ground with 'er 'at on.
not where I am! it's -3.8 C. this morning, the bird bath is frozen over, and the frozen mud is showing it's frost spikes, like losenges of chocolate and ice.
the male robins and mocking birds are staking out their territories---no signs of the females.