I'm not sure what to write about today...
It snowed again yesterday. There were robins and cardinals at the feeder. Sparrows too. I enjoyed looking at the dramatic contrast between the multitude of bright red and orange birds, the dark brown trees, and the silvery snow shinning in the sun. And today the wind is howling. It nearly blew me off my slippery deck. Yet the calendar says it's the end of March, almost April. "It should be more like spring," I say to myself.