This morning, Omaha woke up to our first snow of the season. It's cold out, but by no means bone chilling. In fact, for a snowy day, it's rather temperate. Big clusters of sticky flakes drift down serenely, with no wind to trouble them. It's a beautiful morning.
There are many bewildered robins hopping around the sidewalks and streets, probably wishing they'd thought to fly south a little earlier this year.
Corridors of Blood
7 years ago
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Ah, poor robins! I'm glad the snow hasn't dropped into my neck of the woods just yet.
I'm cold just looking at it. I think we were in the high 50s this morning and I was freezing, even inside the house. I put on big socks and two shirts, then topped it off with a coat when I took the dog out. I told my husband that if we ever moved to a cold place, like Colorado, we would have to have a huge fireplace.
The ice is beautiful, but brr!
Helen
Straight From Hel
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