It's -2 degrees this morning and Marilyn has just headed off to work. I know she will take care on the roads but I can't help feeling concerned about her driving on her own. Luckily, I still have Nera's Jeep here so, if there's a problem, I will be able to drive there to help out.
I looked out the back door to see how the garden is coping and it's not good. On one hand, we have the beauty of a spider web:
And then there's the damage to my rhubarb patch. Now I know why my grandfather in Scotland used to plant his rhubarb under a wheelbarrow.
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