I’m confused.
Wednesday: record-breaking 64F temperatures.
Thursday: 50 mile an hour winds.
Friday: snow.
But I saw the first tiny snowdrop shoot this morning, so perhaps it will settle down into spring sooner rather than later.
The peanut gallery has been clamoring for a return of Friday photos. A quick dig in the archives found something suitable for the day.
These are from a centuries-old graveyard in the hills of Scotland. The oldest grave is from the seventh or eighth century.
Which one do you suppose is the ghoul gate
One response to “Friday the thirteenth”
Has to be the last one, yes?