One day it is so cold the cat is sleeping on the register and the dog is hiding under the covers...
and the leaves of the rhododendron are rolled tighter than my yoga mat...
and then the weather switches to what could be considered a January thaw, if it were January.
The snow should be gone by the time we ring in the new year. That means no cross country skiing (yet) and no snow cover for the garden, not a good thing.
When it is warm, the birds abandon the feeders, but this chickadee was eating something on the cotoneasters.
It wasn't the berries. Lichen? Who knows.
And the Cooper's hawk came back for a visit:
The seed catalogs continue to pile up - such gorgeous photos! - but I am holding firm to purchasing only what I need-need, and from only two places. BUT I am using the catalogs to look into the future. Maybe a piece of prairie? Tree fruit? Berry hedges? A gardener can dream, can't she?
Meanwhile, have a Happy New Year!