But last winter really spoiled me. It was so mild that I think I wore gloves and heavy winter boots maybe three or four times.
Not this winter; we have had pretty consistent snow since just before Christmas, a good bit of ice, and some really cold days. I was told the other day by a coworker that in fact this winter has had below average snowfall, by some six inches or so, but after last winter’s balmy respite, it seems harsh.
So I was happy yesterday, when I heard the cardinals singing all around me.
Cardinals cease singing, for the most part, sometime in August. Though I once saw a cardinal singing its heart out in the middle of a snowstorm, usually they only utter the one-note “pip” until late February.
But yesterday my daily rounds were accompanied by the lovely sounds of the cardinal’s varied songs.
Not to mention that a few days ago I saw several bluebirds, a relative rarity.
Though it hardly seems fair, writing as what is hailed as the snowstorm of the century bears down upon the east coast, here’s hoping for an early spring.