We’re having a brief interregnum of snow days today, a warm (as in above freezing), drippy, rainy grey day that softened the snow enough to let me knock down the ice dome that was capping the birds’ water dish.
Behold, a dish just brimming with slush. All I need to do is add blue coloring and raspberry flavor, and we can pretend we’re having Italian ices in August.
Quick! Before it snows again.
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