by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
Maybe the most famous cold weather tale concerned the old trapper who came upon a flock of geese frozen into a lake’s frigid surface. He fired his gun, the geese flapped their wings, and the entire lake flew away.
God only knows that this winter’s been a rascal and if it didn’t produce stories enough of its own, it’s surely dredged up