As I stepped out on the Feast Day of St Agnes, Keats words came into my head. I had to break the ice in the duck bath, the cow troughs and all the water buckets and poultry drinkers. Cold but very beautiful.
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gfreedmanblog 
St. Agnes’ Eve..Ah yes, I do remember that poem.. we did it at school, so must be half a century since
I last read it!