It’s snowing outside as I type. Big, fluffy flakes descending rapidly from the sky. This morning it’s cold, cold enough for the snow to stick to the ground, leaving tracks as I make my way from backdoor to chicken coop. We’re a week shy of the official start of winter, but it’s frigid enough I have to bring the chickens’ waterer in each night or it freezes solid. Sometimes, I forget. Which is why our chicken waterer is now cracked.
America
Haters Gonna Hate. And Writers Gonna Write. About ELECTIONS.
Yesterday was Election Day. And like many American holidays, Election Day has become quite the commercial affair.