I woke up this morning to freezing temperatures, the pond almost frozen over. Squirrels walk across the ice to get a drink from the running water by the pump. The little birds —Juncos, Finches, Sparrows— are huddled at the feeders, puffed up to retain some warmth. A few Doves circle on the ground below, waiting for seeds to drop down. Woodpeckers and Nuthatches share the suet. There’s no energy for rivalry on days like this.
It’s hard to believe in just a few short months the poppies will be busting open and, with some good rains, the garden will be a wash of greens. There will be spring veggies in the raised beds. Bees will crowd the alliums. Mating and nesting will be the order of the day.
Here’s a minute of last May