Rosy fingered dawn, my eye! 'More like a burglar's flashlight shining in to my window at 5 a.m.!
The moon's sitting out in the northwest in the blackness staring at me while I type at my desk. Soon, the sun will make an appearance and take away some of the chill.
Yesterday morning, I noticed (for the first time in my life?) that all the shadows cast by outbuildings on the farm were frosty. What a revelation.
I've continued my manure hauling each dry day, placing the non-hot goat manure around trees and in flower beds. All the buds are already on the trees prefiguring the Spring to come. Nature is an optimist.