I've survived 16 winters in the South, now. And I'm not sure if I'm just getting more and more used to them, or if they're getting milder each and every year.
Now, don't get me wrong, we still get a few big "milk and bread" storms. But, Old Man Winter's been fooling us these last few years, completely bypassing the holidays (when snow would be much more appreciated, thank you very much). And instead, hitting us up in February... at least when it comes to snow.
So, today is one of those days where the fluffy white snow blankets the entire city, and my beloved cardinals, (whom have come to be known as Penelope, for the females and Raphael, for the males) line the snow-capped trees. Waiting for their turn to swoop down to our feeders to stock up. Similar to the lines of people trying to get through the checkout yesterday at my local Harris Teeter. You see, in the South, when a big one's about to hit, you'll know it's really serious when folks are swooping in on the milk and bread aisles to stock up. Well those, and the frozen pizza and beer aisles. One can never be too prepared.