Backyard Conversations

Yesterday afternoon I was hauling groceries into the house while my neighbor was taking out her recycling.

"Hi Betty!"
"Oh, it's cold, eh?"
"Yah!"
"For sure!"

Our backyard conversations are brief in January.

I'm not even from Minnesota. I've only been here two years. But there's something about subzero double-digit temperatures that suddenly I'm talking funny. -22 degrees this morning at the Duluth airport. Yah, it's cold. You betcha, for sure.

Sunrise over an icy lake, flanked by plenty of vertical rainbows.