icy roads

Songbirds in winter?

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been hearing songbirds in the wee morning hours. I wake to them and smile. I can’t say how much I love that pure and happy sound. It makes me think of balmy breezes, blowing window sheers and quiet warm-weather¬†nights.

I heard the songs just yesterday morning – despite the 22 degree wind-chilled air.

This morning, I heard nothing. ūüôĀ

I heard nothing partly because the birds weren’t around, partly because the heavy overnight snowfall cushioned all sound, and partly because… who’d want to sing on a cold dreary morning like this?

Snow for the birds

Snow can be beautiful. Virgin white. smooth and fluffy. Or it can be terrifying. Ice dimpled, wet and heavy.

This morning we have a mix of both. Unfortunately, the smooth fluffy stuff is on the grass and tops of cars… at least it looks that way. And the ice dimpled sludge is in the street making it very near impossible for cars to get up the hill in front of my house.

Well, if I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself today for sure, I do now. I’m going to shovel… and hope no one hits my car… though during the night someone, apparently, came close.

Car stuck in icy snow

Yeah… that’s my car parked by the tree and that’s… someone else’s car… stuck¬†on the icy snow¬†in front of me at an angle toward the street.¬† Yikes. Wonder just how it got in that position. I have to admit, I’m¬†kinda glad I didn’t¬†see it happening.

I suppose it could have been worse. My car could have been parked¬†on this street…

What’s it like by you? Warm balmy breezes or icy winds and white skies?