These Mourning Doves huddling in the snow-covered feeder say it all.
It just keeps snowing, blowing and sleeting, interspersed with freezing rain. There was that one sunny half day of fifty degrees, but that turned out to be a cruel joke. By nightfall, it was below freezing again and the winter storm advisories quickly resumed.
Needless to say, we are all sick of it. Sick, sick, sick, do you hear? We can be of sanguine disposition up until mid-February, then we turn surly.
I only fell on the ice twice that afternoon that I forgot there was slick stuff under the fresh snow.
There was so much snow that on that warmish day the road became a hog "waller." Mud flung up onto the windshield and side windows. I now have Mud-a-Thon training.
My little Kodak camera died, hence no posts since November. My sister Jeni kindly sent me a nice Olympus camera but being electronics challenged, it took a while for my daughter Lissa to come up and get it to talk with my computer. Did I mention the roads were bad?
Enough griping, Joey. By the way, when Jeni was little, she called me Joey and it remains how I refer to myself.
The Cardinals are certainly cheery and seemingly increasing in numbers by the day. I had no idea they bred so fast.
My seed order has arrived from Pinetree. Time for me to move all the plastic boxes of yarns from the shelves with the lights. I recently resolved to stop buying more yarns and knit or crochet my stash. Instead, I intend to save up for a greenhouse this summer. I believe yarn companies will suffer a severe loss.
Before the Invisible Giant Hand that controls the thermostat will move, someone has to say, "Even 105 degrees with a dusty wind would be better than all this cold." I refuse to be the one.
