|Climate not conducive to fox blood
||[Oct. 16th, 2007|12:05 pm]
Top today of 33 degrees celcius (91.4 Farenheit for those still using the outmoded system).|
I don't know how wild foxes cope with this; they must bake in their skin under all that fur.
Some of you may recall me posting a little poem about how much I adore winter. It doesn't last long in this country. Now's the season to be suffering. The daily average only grows worse until late February, and decent weather doesn't begin until April.
Must... have... snow!! [Gasp!]