
It has been my experience that the month of January can not be trusted. It is the most fickle of months. On the heals of the loveliest spring-like day, a bitterly cold grey day may follow. And on a day like today, the beauty is all wrapped up in drama! A cold-cold breeze and a glorious icing of white and blue on the mountain! The grey bones of the newly-pruned orchard standing austerely against the backdrop of clouds & mountain. It is hard to take my eyes away from the sight - the clouds changing every second; a crow, a string of noisy geese, a flurry of small songbirds when they startle. I could stand at this window and look the whole day long.