Sanguine Tenacious Tidings

Squirrelly Squirrels

“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions,” says James Michener.

Hi!

Swirl is a good word for today. Seven A.M. 48 degrees. Balmy weather. I filled the bird feeders as the wind blew in a new blizzard. By 9 A.M. the temperature had dropped by 20 degrees. There is a lot of snow in the air. It eventually drops onto the ground. The wind is from the south and cold, cold, cold.

I just write because I don't talk much. One thing I've noticed this year with all the snow and blow of air and grounded clouds. There is a red squirrel out in the midst of the worst stormy weather. He climbs up and down the tree outside my window. I know they only hibernate in the worst part of weather. This is a small red flash. I have not figured out where its hidey hole is? The blizzard has been blowing fast across the ice-covered yard for about 4 hours. I think the red-tailed critter should call it a day and tuck into his or her nest for the evening.


Something to ponder. There is only one out during the worst storms. Errand runner for the family?

Happy New Year. Stay warm. Spring is on its way.