It’s -30 C. For you Americans out there, that’s -22 F.
More frozen balcony goodness after the jump.
I can officially state that ALL my plants, even the ones that weren’t entirely dead, are now Officially Entirely Dead. Thanks, deep freeze!
The sun is overexposed. Who cares.
Somewhere under all the snow on this table is my glass palette, the one you saw me cleaning earlier. I’m not digging it out anyway because it’s too cold to paint. At these temperatures, the paint is like dried-out toothpaste; impossible.
Oh, sure, I’M miserable, but don’t those hills in the distance look pretty?
Warm me up with some shameless flattery in the comments below.