Grimace
Sometimes at the onset of winter, days, landscapes, and the souls of resident humans seem to adopt a resigned grimace, knowing that four months or more of snow and cold weather must pass before the return of green leaves and spring flowers. Today, however, was not one of those days. It was fifty degrees in the afternoon when I visited the St Olaf Natural Lands where I stood at the edge of the wooded pond and watched several muskrats enjoying the open water.
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