Cold, 30 in am. Everything white with frost. First killing one. Marilyn took Doug and me to Cobleskill shopping. Got Sue a jacket. They all came home with us and boys took them back after supper.
Comment: Winter's coming....Seasons On Hubbard Hill. ...Gerry Hubbard's SongPoemStories: Seasons On The Hill:
And our whole world would change with the flow
As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus
As the hills drowned in summer's warm glow
In Autumn, the mountains were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through
Then winter's keen breath brought the snow & white frost
And another new year to us, too.
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