Right now, it's a balmy -29 and the sunshine is that bright, inviting light that tricks you into thinking it's a beautiful day. It is, if you aren't put off by the temperature that moved in with the Siberian High. It might be a Siberian High; since Bill Matheson, an Edmonton weatherman for years died, we no longer get his colourful descriptions for weather systems. This isn't to complain. Our winter has been mild and you can see by the picture (out my front window because I am not ready to go out, yet) that there isn't much snow. It would be good if it did snow. If it doesn't we will face drought conditions in the spring. The cedar waxwings are in the backyard on the crab apple tree, managing to peck out enough food to get them by. They are eating snow, for water, too. Tough, pretty little birds. The temperatures are expected to rise in the next few days so as cold snaps go, this isn't much.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.