Temporarily frozen South
Well, it seems the South had the notion to welcome carpetbagging immigrants like me, so it dumped about a foot of snow on the ground, icicles and all. The poor juncos and finches have to displace their weight or more in snow from the branches outside our window just to have a place to sit. Our cardinals are looking mighty red and mighty disgruntled.
It’ll be a day to sit, sip warm drinks, watch the birds at our full feeders, and admire the holdover from my well-loved Frozen North.