We've been gliding through winter here in Michigan pretty easily, with very little snow and cold but not excruciating temperatures.
That was then. This is now.
I have to admit -- I'm not a winter fan but I can't think of another climate I would prefer. After all, we do get four very distinct seasons (at least, so far... don't bet the farm on that lasting given climate change). The change is always nice and for the most part (save for the occasional ice storm or summer squall) they are pleasant.
Even winter is lovely. Well, till the ice. Or the half-melt. But when it's fresh, you can't beat it.
The birds have been chowing down at the feeder. Sparrows mostly, a chickadee now and then and juncos on the ground.
But Bobby Cardinal came by and was quite a stunner.
I love cardinals on any old day. But show me one on a snowy day, when their bright red feathers pop out against the shockingly white, clean snow and I'm in love.
We ended up with about thirteen inches of snow, give or take, with a bit more predicted.
Rick was in seventh heaven. He's been itching to cross country ski on decent snow all winter and we just haven't had more than a few inches. Now he has at least a couple of days before he goes to Dallas to spend some time with his mom. And, I suspect it will be here when he returns.
Me? I'm hunkered down. Advised in no uncertain terms by my new doc to lay low as Omicron is still rearing its head here, and not being winter's biggest fan, I'm happy to stay within, sorting photos, enjoying a Louise Penny book, a new jigsaw puzzle and baking.
Me, a cat, a book, and maybe Bobby Cardinal.
It could be so much worse!