It is snowing steadily here in Palmyra, Maine this morning. As the light, small flakes filter down from the sky and the temps hover around zero, the little songbirds flit to and fro between the trees and bird feeders. We are missing the Titmice, right now. They had been coming for a while after five years of seeing only one or two now and then. Aside from the Titmice, though, we enjoy Black-capped Chickadees, American Goldfinches, Mourning Doves, Bluejays, Dark-eyed Juncos, Purple Finches, House Finches, and Northern Cardinals in the winter months.
Though it is cold and snowy outside, inside it is warm and snug. Our woodstove serves to keep us very warm and the two dogs and the two cats take turns stretching out at length beside it. My desk is directly across from the woodstove and I love to feel its heat on my back as I write and work at my computer. Our faithful woodstove has kept us warm for 30+ years, forged of steel right in a little blacksmith shop in the town in which I grew up.
Not really much to say, except that winters in Maine are like this. It gets cold, snow comes down, and you find yourself settled in for the day reading, writing, working, sewing, and/or cooking and being thankful for a home and heat and family.
The snow comes down
And swirls around
The fence in our backyard,
and does alight
With beauty white
Upon the fir tree tall.