“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
― John Steinbeck
It feels like the inversion has set in permanently. It is cold, gray and the air quality is terrible. The jays have finally ventured out to steal peanuts from the railing on the back porch, but the other birds are still hiding. I’ve been hiding too, trying not to breathe the nasty air and immerse myself in color and music in my sewing room.