The landscape this morning is simply amazing - sculpted snow drifts arching across the road, black capped chickadees hopping around the snow surrounding stark hedge branches in front of the house, incredible streaks of yellow, pink, and orange slicing between low lying cloud cover on the eastern horizon at dawn.
By 10 a.m. the snow plow had destroyed the drifts leaving mammoth tire tracks instead, a downy woodpecker had arrived at the suet pack hanging beside the living room window, the sun had broken through to pretend to warm the panes of glass, the blizzard winds have reduced to a very cold, but gentle breeze.
Life is good on the prairie as long as I'm on the inside of my double glazed, argon filled east facing windows. Yep, there'd be a picture to go with this post if I'd been willing to crawl out of bed at 7:30 this morning, but the temperature inside the house was only 55F. I rise when the timer says it's 60F. :)