history of weather

bromidic, with nothing to say. sigh.



a cardinal has flown into the same window in my study two times in an effort to breeze through to the front of the house. perhaps it is the same cardinal who flew into the kitchen last spring, on a rainy day when i opened the windows for some rainy inspiration. he crashed around in the dining room trying for the glass. joe blocked the gap and i went out in the mud to take down the storm window. gliding out of the window he zipped up to a tree and watched as i changed the screens on the north side of the house.

it's almost screen changing time again this year. i tried to use my wiles on ernie last weekend in hopes we'd have some fresh air coming through the curling iron of the front door screen. "maybe we should change out just the screen doors," i suggest wistfully. "hmmmph," he retorts. "we've still got cold weather coming our way."

he was right and come tuesday morning there was more snow, six inches in all, on trees, house, lily of the valley shoots. i suppose the screens will have to wait but i refuse to pull out the flannel sheeting again.