The day after it snowed, it was bracingly cold outside. A day the word “bone-chilling” was invented for (spoken as a true Southerner, I know). The bright sun helped only a little. “Are you sure we have to go outside?” I asked Pepper as we stepped out on the icy front porch. “Yes!” she cried, bounding ahead into the frosty yard as I gingerly proceeded across …
January 8, 2017
by jenniferpuryear