
Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.

Remnants of fall on a winter day bringing feelings of spring. Perhaps it was the color or warm sun above.

A quiet morning.
Without fanfare.
Staying close to home.

A Townsend’s Solitaire foraging for Juniper berries as February rolls along.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend.

Blooms long gone.
Yet born once more.
In a winter way.

Or mountain Women.
Make no bones about it, Mountain Chickadees are tough little birds. Surviving the northern winters while many other songbirds have migrated to warmer climates in the south.


Instead of the usual scolding I almost got hypnotized by this Red Squirrel.
Look into my eyes he said, from now on you will feed the squirrels and not the birds.
It was so close all I could think about was putting a bog of peanuts on the grocery list but he couldn’t help himself and started with his squawking.

Up until about a week or so ago our winter had been mild and somewhat dry. Well, all that changed in the drop of a hat as last week was a minus minus week. Minus at night and minus during the day as well. And while it was frigid the good thing about cold compared t heat is that you can bundle up and get out and enjoy the snow and silence that accompanies a frosty day.

While morning temperature were hovering near -20o F, afternoons seemed downright balmy at -80F, and, hey, the sun was peeking through at times. We ventured up a local trail enjoying a gentle uphill which actually had us unzipping our jackets. It was just warm enough to pull out the phone and snap a few pictures and soak in the quiet of a cold cold day.

A distant view as the clouds make way for sunshine that while bright and crisp did not warm our face.

A familiar friend lies across the creek accumulating snow. All in all a wonderful week and this week is forecast to be a minus plus…with snow to boot.
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