Snow day. Not much being accomplished--I didn't bring any papers home because I was at the Lady Warriors' game last night. Impressive victory girls. So, no papers to grade. (Not that I would have wasted a snow day at The Acres by grading papers--but it sounds like a legitimate excuse. Right?) A couple walks were in order, but that's not work. it is cold--temps may not be real low, but the wind is biting. To be expected, of course. The Creator likes to spread His nice warm blanket over the earth before He sends some winter cold. It has continued to snow off and on all day out here in Morrow County. Lovely. Right now, in fact, it's snowing quite heavily.
Mixed signals on spring's arrival. Primrose bloomed. Yellow violets it seems have re-seeded themselves and are blooming way up near the house. Other things are coming up and looking around, but not adding to the beauty yet. I imagine the snowdrops and aconite will be next. I'm surprised the Lenten rose haven't bloomed yet. Crocus won't be too far behind--and the orchard iris. Spring is coming--but only when it wants to. Feathered -friends-wise mixed signals, too. The red-winged blackbirds are back; there's a hint of gold on the finches, but tons of snowbirds feeding today, and the male cardinals are still tolerating each other.
It has just been a lazy day. Homesteader and I have been bird watching. Watching it snow. She does have to charge the doorwindow on occasion. Hey, she's a cat. And I did have a nice long chat with my sister Janice. Thanks for the prayers. She seems to be in good spirits, notwithstanding her disenchantment with her arrogant heart doctor. Oh, I got a little reading in too.
I was, of course, already up and ready to depart when the snow-day news reached me. That's what I get for believing Ben Franklin. "Early to bed, and early to rise" and all that stuff. Not a problem. Sat in the darkness with the Boss, watched the beauty of the snow, then shoveled a place and put down the first catering service for my flying friends. They are probably delighted that I"m home all day. More food; same price.
Anyway, a perfect day for the old hermit. Up early. Enjoying God's art work. Bird watching. Catonese lessons. Reading. Walking. Talking with Jan. Work, work, work. It takes a lot of self-discipline to do nothing all day. What's the forecast for tomorrow?
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