Sunday, March 2, 2014
It's two thirty on a Sunday afternoon. The thermometer on my patio fence reads eleven degrees. The yard is all white and freezing rain has been intermittent for hours. I have been sitting at my computer since noon and regularly looking out the window beside me at the corner of our yard where two normally busy sheets meet. I have not seen a single vehicle travel down either street during this time, so folks must be heeding the weather folk's advice to stay home.
I just went to the kitchen for a drink and luckily my camera was on the counter. There were three birds fighting over the suet hubby had rigged up in front of our kitchen window.