Everything is brown, except when it is white. The overnight white yields to the brown once again. The push pull of the seasons is like a war.
The wind blew, it spit snow/icy rain half the day. The high yesterday was 40 maybe… that would be 4 C eh.
You can hardly see them, but there are a pair of Sandhill Cranes on the edge of the plowed field and Wild Turkeys way back by the trees.
It is humid, the cold penetrates my old bones and makes them ache. I need me some sunshine! How about you …is it sunny where you are at?
Our weather forecasters say warmer weather is still a week away.