Or maybe it’s rime ice, I’m not sure.
Whichever it is, it’s pretty. If it’s got to be cold outside, it may as well look nice.
Frosty morning
macrophotography
Lasagna
I don’t know about you, but for me, lasagna[1]Especially the lasagna Florentine my dad taught me to cook. is the perfect comfort food. When it’s in the house I will happily eat it at every meal till it’s gone.
This time I snapped a photo or two before I devoured it all.
Footnotes
| ↑1 | Especially the lasagna Florentine my dad taught me to cook. |
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Bumblin’ bee
I found this little guy walking very slowly—like, look-up-torpor-in-the-dictionary slowly—on the cold concrete floor in my basement. I helped him outside where he could sit in the sun and warm up. About ten minutes later, when I checked, he’d flown off.