Friday, December 29

Once again, it’s as wintery as it normally gets for my morning coffee muses.

Not only does it look like deepest winter, it feels like it too. Almost all of the trees are taking on the skeletal look of winter. The flesh is stripped back to the bare bones of stark bare tree limbs above green brush.

So far this winter it’s been all about the Goldfinches. They are everywhere, individually and in flocks. My normal group of year round species are still present, just augmented by the large number of winter visitors.

We’ve just about packed up all of the Christmas decorations. Though, there are quite a few to be stored away in cupboards yet. We need to have the all packed by New Year’s so our kids can help us get them back into the attic for another run around the seasons.

Once again, there’s a good north wind blowing… chilling hands and feet. My mother gave me a gift of a pair of fleece lounging pajama pants for Christmas. I took it as more of a gag gift than anything serious. Funny thing, with the weather being what it’s been, I may not wear them to bed, but they have become my attire of choice for these mornings on the back porch. Go figure.

And once again, we are stuck in the low forties. Though the prognosticators are promising warmer weather for the next couple of days at last. Then all the forecasts have the temperatures playing games around freezing. Should prove to be an interesting new year…

Time to put this to bed… and on this one I will remember to hit publish…

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