Last night it snowed, and we got enough—several inches—so that the plow has roared past our house. A true sign of winter. Here is a picture of our house tucked in the snow, and it always looks so cozy to me. (For supper, Clif is making Snowy Day Potato, Cabbage Soup, a perfect meal for a cold day.)
I always like the sight of dried plants—in this case, ferns—against the white snow.
The remaining garden ornaments take on a different look.
The backyard, with its feeders, draws in woodland creatures with fur and feathers.
One of my favorites is the chickadee, a jaunty little bird.
My friend Barbara, who passed away thirteen years ago, once noted that while chickadees might be plentiful, they are never common. How right she was! I recently learned that in the fall, the brains of chickadees increase in size so that they can remember where they cache seeds. And in the spring, when the chickadees no longer need to remember, their brains shrink in size. Here is a link for the Audubon site for more information about the incredible brains of chickadees.
What a wonder nature is!
And British blogging friends, do you think chickadees resemble coal tits? I know I sure do.