I am happy to report that my "fair" fish...(actually won at a state fair in that ping pong ball toss game) years ago have survived the winter. I remember standing on the ice over the winter and watching them swim underneath me. I'm surprized that their little bodies weren't frozen...like I felt even though I had many layers on. They are well and from what I can tell are no worse for the wear. I love to watch them..so graceful and fluid. I love to see the many different patterns of orange and white. Each one is different. I'm facinated with my fish.
Makes me think (again) that there are so many signs of hope at this time of year.