The frost lingers, leaving evidence of the crisp air. Puddles with a thin layer of ice glimmer in the morning sun. The sound of scraping, as windshields have been kissed by Jack Frost in the night. A stillness hovers in the cold. It's late this year; this hard frost. The winds have blown and the cold rains have left a chill in the air. But, this frost and cold have taken their time in appearing. There is still much to accomplish before the winter weather settles in. Haying equipment dot the various fields around town. A prayer for a final cut. More bales for winter. Less need for ... View Post