December of 2010, the year after we arrived in middle Tennessee, was the coldest in recorded history since the early 1940s. We had just limped through eight days of below freezing temperatures. It got so low the first night that the pond totally froze. I kept trying to break up the ice along the edges so the horses could get to water (the remnants seen on the gravel in the photo below) but it soon reached the point where it was re-freezing befre I could get back into the house. So finally – remembering well Mariah’s fall l through the ice the winter before – Read More→
Shiver! Those looks. Here we go again, I thought.
