|COLD WAIT FOR A COLD RIDE|
The big old mulberry tree across the street has bent over from snow load, I can’t tell if the trunk is broken or not. If the tree survives, the fruit, which I am very fond of, will be within easier reach. It’s an ill snow storm that brings nobody some good.
The old, old wind sled is now in operation, a noisy, cold ride I am told, but very reliable. The new, modern sled, the big dog, has not been out of the kennel as yet.