Sunday, March 02, 2014


This  morning we woke to sleet tapping at the window.  The temperature was 24 degrees and now continues its inexorable descent into single digits .Thunder rumbles in the distance. The Polar Vortex returns  and chills  us to the bone. Spring retreats into the future.

The sleet doesn't prevent the birds from availing themselves of
our hospitality.
Horses with their backs to the winds hope
for the sun.

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