"It is said that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. "
Winter reminded us it was technically still her season.
I woke to a crystal-like wonderland out my window.
Naturally, I grabbed my camera and headed outside.
Drops of rain from Monday night's thunderstorm were frozen in place,
like Time stood still.
I think the sparrows were worried Winter was going to stick around awhile.
They went on a feeding frenzy at the birdfeeder.
But it was all gone later that day.
It's March in Texas, after all.