I thought winter in Connecticut was gone. It had been an unusual, snow-free winter for all of January and February. Now that the crocuses and daffodils were starting to bud, I had resigned myself to the thought that it was a done deal.
But then there was the morning that I awoke to the sound of my sister’s voice at the window, “Ohhh! It’s beautiful!” Somehow, that just sounded like snow to me. And sure enough, it was. A wet, soppy coating, but snow nonetheless.
I looked out the window and saw the birds hopping around, just the same as they would on a warmer day. I immediately re-arranged my early morning schedule to accommodate an hour of bird-watching with my camera outside, and I was glad I did!
