I'm told the woodticks are already out, which means it's time to start adding bitter citrus oils to my bathwater again, and slathering wrists, ankles, neck and hair with oils the ticks don't like. Gross things, and we have been overrun by them in recent years.
Today it's snowing and everything is white again, including the sky. I don't want to go out. But the birds have been so active at the feeders that, even though I just filled them yesterday afternoon, they are almost empty. Darn hungry, those little beasties.
One of the best things about going outside when it's cold is coming back in.