Adam Tredowski

The snow has arrived to our little neck of the woods. It has arrived late, likely just to torture us, as weather is wont to do. Hey! It’s mid-November and you can still mow lawn if want to! That all ended yesterday with the wind whistling puffs of duck down across my yard, sideways. It was a day for sitting inside getting lost in great literary art likeĀ Don’t Even Reply and dipping tea biscuits into a cup of stove-top espresso. Aah, winter . . . here at last.

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