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Saturday, February 20, 2016

Iced tea in "winter"

You know we're in trouble in mid-February when you crave and  the first iced tea of the year. 
The sun is out, it's 84 degrees, people are out in shorts and t-shirts walking their dogs. And on the negative side, it's dry, bugs are abounding, people have colds and sniffles and coughs and allergies galore.
I don't like being cold, but there is a purpose for winter.
However, I'll enjoy my iced tea, complete with fresh mint that survived "winter." And it always tastes better in a Mason jar.

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