I have been busy with things and I haven't been posting a lot. I am tired of posting about snow.
But what do you do when the snow will not disappear?
Right now I am watching a herd of deer in the field in front of my house. They are scuffing their hooves through the snow and nibbling at whatever they can find beneath the fluffy white stuff. They look beautiful standing in the white backdrop of the snow.
Our bird population grows and grows. I think they have spread the word about the people who buy the suet and the 50lb bags of birdseed.
I think this year we are having a winter to tell our grandchildren about. Our grandparents don't have anything over on us. We now have snow stories that will match the ones they told us.
When I was young we sledded on everything imaginable. Of course, there was the standard wooden sled. But we also used large pieces of cardboard and hoods of cars!
We stood around large bonfires lit to keep the hands and feet of sledding children warm.
We had snowball fights, we built snowmen, we flung backwards on the snow and made snow angels.
Of course, we did all of this after our moms bundled us in layers and layers of clothes, hats, gloves, coats and boots.
What a mess we made at the front door when we ventured back in from the cold and snow! Mountains of wet boots, outerwear, coats, hats and gloves piled on the floor. We ran to the heaters and our mothers made cups of hot cocoa to warm our insides.
I love the titmouses. . .
the cardinals. . .
the juncos, the woodpeckers, the chickadees, the wrens and the finches, but I am looking forward to seeing the first robin of spring.