Advice from a small town girl

It was a magical Monday this week. It was 3 degrees in Irbydale when I got up. Brrr!

The car didn’t want to start, and once it did, it complained. Ten minutes of warming up barely made it better.

Going up the Irby hill, all I could think about was that the thermometer in the car said that it had made it all the way up to 8.

Then I crested the hill and entered fairyland instead of the cold gray desert.

Every sagebrush, grass and weed was wearing diamonds.

Big ones.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much flash in nature. This made most frosty days seem dull and boring. It was like half-inch mirror...