Frosty morning here in the north country.

This isn't a specimen of scorodite nor can you probably use it for new age healing. It's just a blue blanket I left out to dry last night and which sprouted a friendly frosty froth.

Our pond has a thin veneer of ice now but since it's only a couple feet thick nothing can survive the winter when it freezes down to the rubber lined bottom. So this weekend I performed another amphibious rescue unit excercise, which resulted in scooping out lots of decomposing leaves and one very cold, numb, and somewhat anemic looking frog deep on the path to hibernation. Said frog was transported to a wetland pond where deep burrowing is more likely. No attempts to kiss the frog and discern alternative identity...

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