Cold

This morning is the coldest of the year. As I write, the temperature is -14 f.  Wednesday morning the temp was -9, Thursday dawn greeted us with 6 inches of fluffy powder, yesterday was - 13, and today the cold has settled deeper.  Winter won't be denied.

As I write three crows sit in the top of a nearby ash tree.  They seem to be waiting for the sun to rise and warm them enough to start them on their way.

When I see three crows I am reminded of Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan, who warned him that three crows together were an omen of sorcery.  If these be Yaqui sorcerers, they are a long way from the Sonora Mountains...