Frocked Tumbleweed

When I looked out the front door to see how much snow we had on the ground, this is what I saw.

snowy tumbleweedIt sat there still as could be and with nothing else around it. Sort of felt like some odd version of a gift left on the porch.

Frocked tumbleweedIt was still dark when I took the picture, but I didn’t figure I should risk waiting for the sun to come up with the way tumbleweeds blow around here.

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