Here's our backyard winter wonderland, complete with a path carefully swept clear so Indy doesn't have to be snowbound while taking a potty break. Now is that service, or what?
This little bird made his way on to our screened porch, thanks to the opening left in the door for Indy's convenience. With the door propped open, our little guest soon flew back outside, much to the consternation of Bogey, who had been salivating over the thought of a feathery brunch treat. Plans foiled, he threw me a dirty look and stalked away. It's undoubtedly a lucky thing that I couldn't read his mind.
Brrrrr. All I can say is somebody wasn't looking at the calendar. It's not officially winter yet, but you wouldn't know it by the view or the temperature. The wind is whipping us unmercifully with a truly icy blast that stings any body part not abundantly covered. These are the kind of days that make me happy for the excess fat I've been carrying around. Skinny people may look good, but they chill much more quickly without the extra insulation. Ha! I knew eating all those desserts at Thanksgiving had a worthy purpose.
But still I am concerned. Could the weather be a sign that we're in for a rough time this winter? Or is it simply a little taste of Siberia sent to remind us of how lucky we usually are in the Midwest?
Only time will tell. Meanwhile I'm going to turn on the heating pad and snuggle under the covers while I think warm thoughts. Hope you can do the same!