I have to admit the cold isn't my favorite time of year.
If we could just have a tiny bit of snow to look at I might like it better.
But it keeps missing us.
So I sit here and look at the bare trees and dreary skies until a flash or red catches my eye.
Watching the birds at the feeders is one of my favorite parts of winter.
Hubby had dr. appointments the other day.
In between we met our daughter and the youngest grand.
She had a little playtime at the mall playground.