29 Dec 14
After a green Christmas with temperatures in the high fifties, it’s snowing, the slow peaceful kind. Large, lazy flakes silently, steadily, gather. A quiet congregation has begun to accumulate on the mulched raised gardens, on the brown tree branches, in the grass. A few birds, goldfinch now dull gold, cardinals and chickadees, flit through the drifting flakes to the feeder. The squirrels are gone. Blue jays call from the field. Soon, they will swarm the others, as raucous as teenagers.