Alrighty, I guess it’s officially winter now. -33 C. as I type this.
But the sun is shining. And the sky is bright, bright, bright blue. And the wee birdies are singing, as they sit in the apple tree with their feathers all fluffed out. And the fresh fall of snow is sparkling in the sunshine. And the ice crystals in the air are glittering like fairy dust. And there’s no wind to speak of, so the chimney plumes are drifting lazily upwards. And the sundogs were glorious as the sun came up. And, no doubt, will be glorious again late afternoon.
Yup, it’s cold out there, but it’s pretty.