One Drop

As it turns out, yesterday wasn't much of a mystery to all you domestically inclined readers: specifically it is indeed the dishwater, soap and a knife handle.

Today I am taking a break from puzzles. It was so beautiful out in the backyard this morning in the early hour before the frost melted. All the roof shingles were white, and the leaves and vegetables were decorated with sugar ice. Of course, all my crunching around changed everything before the sun even hit, but I prefer the illusion that I am simply an observer, not a catalyst.