This sign is a little deceiving. It’s not always an icy welcome. Mostly we are quite friendly.Unlike the Canadian snowbirds, our little wrens have flown south.When the squirrels, black, grey and red, began to outnumber the birds, we stopped putting out birdseed. And now the birds are back.Somewhere in my garden bed, cushioned beneath a foot of snow, garlic will soon begin to grow.Tiny little Christmas trees grow along side our snowshoe trail.I love the contrast between these two trees. Gardens bloom forever. Winter, spring, summer, and fall.Even our little fairy loves to make the most of winter.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 