Sunday, January 13, 2013

Too Cold for Tucson


Two inches of ice on my fountain this morning. This is wrong in so many ways. After I broke it up, dozens of birds appeared for an icy drink. Apparently they couldn't find water any where else.
The thermometer from the cellar at my parents' house in Massachusetts is now on my back porch. It is at least as old as I am, so confusion is understandable. With six degrees of mercury stuck up in the eighties, the thermometer reports the temperature as 12. I am sure it never experienced such extremes of temperature in my parents' cellar.