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This morning there was frost across the fields as I walked to my office^*. There's a huge specimen oak i the middle of campus which still has its leaves^*. It's symmetric and full, with no branches below maybe 15 feet off the ground.

Beneath those branches, all the way out to the dripline, the grass was still green. Sheltered ever so slightly by the tree through the night.

^* Elided: How much I hate leaving for work before Miss T. wakes up. Weather ≠ climate.

Comments

[Jody]

I would have liked to see that, it sounds gorgeous.