Midway through a too-mild February
(coaxed-up shoots of daffodil and snowdrop)
a pair of snowstorms and arctic blast return us brutally to winter:
16 below zero, then to 10 above in breezy daylight,
and back to 12 below.
Wind chills range the minus thirties.
I feed the birds when these blasts come
(juncos, cardinals, sparrows, titmice, chickadees, jays, doves, finches, and woodpeckers)
and regret the thick beard I shaved away.
The old beekeepers say the stronger colonies will survive 10 below.
Hi Andy, love your photos both here and in the previous post. Having lived almost all my life in Hawaii such wintry photos look like another planet, a beautiful but also somewhat intimidating planet. I actually cannot imagine 16 below. Maybe you don't imagine it, you just deal with it.
ReplyDeleteIn the interest of mutual disclosure, my own blog is ehulepo.blogspot.com where you will never find a wintry picture, but where I rail against consumerism as well (from my Mac, of course) :)
Michelle (visitor from ADR)
I will check out your blog, definitely. My younger son is traveling to Hawaii next week on a school trip. (I know, right?!) I'm jealous, since I've yet to make it out there. One of these days maybe . . .
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