By Mary Beth Pottratz Sunlight glows on the crusty snow and I greet it like a long-lost friend. It is lightly diminished by a pale haze, and shadows are less harsh. The afternoon is a warm but breezy 41⁰. Chickadees are making quick little “check check” calls to each other. Nearby, blue jays sing “toodle-loo”. […]
The Roost 