I went out onto the balcony in my housecoat and slippers today as the snow was gone and it was mostly dry. (Of course, we helped it along and shovelled away two feet of the stuff.) I managed to stay out there three minutes tops, but in that time I heard the best music of all: the sound of water dripping. It’s the best Prozac nature provides.
This has been the coldest February in 40 years. With windchills as low as -40c on an almost daily basis going out has been… well, uninspiring. I have been longing to see sings of life amidst all the whiteness and found a solution at the Wild Bird Store. We now have five different bird feeders by the dining room window. The silence is gone, there are dozens of bird couples keeping us company as we eat.