(morning writing, f&f)

Saturday: Ice here over a dusting of snow.  As the sun came up some low clouds formed in the trees, fog of a sort, adding to the glow around the sparkle of light in the ice.

Now midday, a slow rain of melt water spatters while birds call and hunt for food. The sunny side of our yard is completely clear, so i'm sure they will forage well.

I'm in a cranky mood....

( Sunday ruminations )