Like 11 degrees cold.
Frozen dog water cold.
Frozen flower cold.
Frozen pipes from the well-house cold.
Which means, of course, that we haven't any water. If there isn't any water you can't:
I'm thankful there isn't any snow to accompany this bitter, biting cold. That would just be the cherry on the sundae wouldn't it? After last years winter snow, I think I'll be very content with a wet and rainy Christmas. Sounds like bliss to me.
We have power too, which is a dandy thing! I have a limited supply of firewood and I'm saving it for an emergency. Like for when we have no power.
Note to self: put in more firewood next year.
I'm hopeful that this cold snap will soon pass.
Otherwise I may need to fly south for the winter.