The end of December has brought frigid temperatures with it. As I type (at 9:45AM) it is -31 degrees C. During the night, while up puttering, the atmosphere in the house told me it was bitterly cold outside. My curiosity got the best of me, so I opened the front door (it groaned and screeched on it's hinges) and peeked out. It was -39 degrees and the air was thick with ice fog.
The inside of the kitchen windows have ice building up at their bases, and the lip the of the front door latch (visible inside the house) has thick frost on it.
When it's cold, the ravens and magpies come and go. When it's really cold, the ravens tend to stick around, sitting in the neighbours' trees, waiting for the scraps of old cat food I sometimes put out. Here's a solitary fellow - his buddies were in another tree nearby.
It's a day for staying put with a warm cup of tea, a good book, or some indoor chores to do. I am glad there is nowhere I have to be today, and shake my head at the memories of walking to work for years in this weather. *shudder*.
