to love what is lovely.. and will not last...

Groundhog "Punxsutawney Phil" says "an early spring is on its way..." though the thought of spring makes me happy ... i always miss winter long after its gone... for i absolutely adore...

the snow ....

the white fields below....

the sight of snow capped cars ...

visits from birds of far off lands...

the smell of yeasty bakes... buns and artisan breads ...

coats scarfs and mittens... warm adorable smittens

and a promise of forever love.... that fills the air around...

here are some more birds and snow from a winter long ago and few shots of the house finch that lives across our window..

update: the title of the post was borrowed from Mary Oliver's lovely poem Snow Geese...