We are barely three weeks into the winter season and I’m sick of it already.

Three measurable snow falls and three days of single digit temps was a brutal wake-up call. The fields are brown, the trees are bare, the nights are long, the fireplace broken in, the garden a distant memory, the bird feeder is busy, the snowblower is on life support, flip flops and shorts are stowed away, and the mailbox is stuffed daily with travel brochures.

It might be a while before I get another picture like this.

Thought for the Day: Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart.
Victor Hugo

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