It was so cold this morning — 38 degrees, with some frost on metal roofs — that Mr. Lanham slept in a bit because “it was too cool to work with my hands in the soil with any comfort.” He fretted that “the frost did some damage to tender things.”
Even so, spring was fully evident. “Green is everywhere — the tender silver green of oak and the deeper green …
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