As I sit here writing this post, most of the U.S. is buried beneath snow.

Our daughter, son-in-law and grandkids, who live in South Carolina have already received 8″ of snow and are expecting more throughout the night. Our son and daughter-in-law who are loyal parents to our oldest granddaughter’s traveling volleyball club are also knee-deep in snow somewhere in the middle of Tennessee. For us, we dodged winter storm “Gianna” with just a few snow flurries and frigid temps. January is definitely going “out like a lion” in 2026.

But the birds certainly didn’t mind the snow flurries and cold weather. The feeders were very active this morning.

This cardinal pretty much sums up how I feel right now with 22 degrees and wind howling outside my door……brrrr.

As pretty and cleansing as snow is, I’m finding the older I get, the only “white stuff” I want to see, is the sandy, beachy kind, where the weather is warmer and I can run around in flip flops. I guess for now, until I can find that “one particular harbor” I’ll stay nestled indoors by a warm cozy fire watching the birds forage for food in between the snowflakes.

Until next time,

~donna