A January Morning
This picture was taken this morning. A few blog posts ago, I declared that fall was my favorite season. I think not. Winter now rates as number one. Call me an old F.S.P.—a Fickle Season Person. I love winter and all that comes with it: celebrating the true meaning of Christmas and enjoying time with family and friends; a brand new year filling me with great expectations of things to come; watching the sunbeams dance on the water on a cold winter day; dull brown leaves hiding nature’s secrets that will surprise me in the spring; trees, naked without their leaves, providing a better view of the mountain across the cove; cardinals, blue jays, finches and other fowl flocking to the feeders and competing with the squirrels for sustenance. Because of the damage the raccoons and possums do to the feeders, every night we bring the feeders inside, then put them back out early each morning.