Yesterday we had a dreary, rainy, cold cold day. Flat gray skies, the sound of the raindrops marching across the roof and pavement, the static-y noise of car tires being driven through standing water. Sometime during the night the rain changed to snow, giving us another coating of the white stuff to wake up to.
I could complain, but I can’t. Not really. I don’t live in New York anymore. where they are worried about inches upon inches of snow and blizzard conditions. We have a Level 1 snow advisory in a few of the adjacent counties, but not mine, and I’m good with that – believe me!
Instead, this is what was seen in my small area of the world:
Footprints of neighbors as they made their ways to their cars, scraping off the ice and brushing away the accumulated snow before making their ways – slowly! – to work this morning.
The birdbath is filled, but the birds probably won’t want to use it until the water is warmed up a bit more… They may need to wait quite awhile. The long-range forecast (if you can believe such things) isn’t showing temperatures above 45* for another month at least. Please remind me how much I gloomed about the cold when I am grousing about the heat in six months?