02/20/15 4:30pm
JO ANN KIRKLAND

JO ANN KIRKLAND

Looking out the window on this February morning, the snow is lightly falling, kissing the windshield of my car. Red-throated woodpeckers, blue jays and a family of cardinals peck at fresh birdseed on our railing. It’s all so picture-perfect; it should warm me to the tips of my toes, despite the cold.

I hate snow. (more…)