Sunday, March 22, 2026, 26.5* F, 81% RH 0658
Sky morphs gray into blue. Sun rises over gray trees, evergreens, bare ground. Frost. Tufted Titmouse, Chickadee, rooster cast their voices on air. Stars last night, moon as if tangled in branches invisible with morning. The three parade around fenced-in frozen land each one spending time under the deck as if it’s a hideout requiring a password. Ground undisturbed by whatever made paths under snow resembling tree branches. Giants head for their room instead of sitting in the kitchen for a biscuit. I put biscuits in my pocket for them.
Snow begins in 35 minutes.
Photo: LJ Austin
