I don't ever remember finding a rose at Thanksgiving; we haven't had a frost yet. That may change next week when we go into a clear, dry weather pattern, which usually means colder temperatures. And always the threat of SNOW if the Pineapple Express comes in and shakes hands with a cold front.
On a different note, it's a sad Monday morning in the Northwest as we try to come to terms with the violent crime yesterday in Lakewood. You begin to hope you've seen and heard it all, and then something happens so depraved it's impossible to comprehend. And after such a wonderful weekend with our family and little Nova, it's hard not to think about this world of contradictions our babies will inherit.
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