Well, if it hadn't been for the wind it would have been quite a pleasant day, - a little nippy
but what's that to a Prairie girl.....
However the snow was fine and dry, and the wind whipped it up into
an absolute frenzy, - white veils of snow were spirited down the road like ethereal gypsy dancers,
their feet barely touching the ground, and then caught up in the
wind's passionate embrace and flung skyward.
That all sounds quite romantic, and I suppose it was if you were cosy by the fire, but out in the
garden the small birds, their feathers fluffed, were grateful that the bird feeders were full.
a mourning dove looked down inquisitively
while Miss Callie visited at the side window with a chickadee perched in the Rose of Sharon,
late in the afternoon a flock of quail came to clean up the gleanings on the ground
and just at dusk I saw them all flying up into the tall trees next door......
shelter for the night.
I heard the plants in the garden sigh comfortably, happy with the lovely new coverlet
and safe from King Winter's mighty wind.