I get kind of sad when winter leaves. What can I say, I'm a Northerner. I love getting snowed in and having to sit around the fire all night long. I love when Paul Bunyan has to plow three times in a day just so he can keep up with the snow. I love that snow is not mud, and it's not rain, and I definitely love how quiet it is. It doesn't make a peep. Which is why this morning when I woke up and looked out my window and saw the trees covered in the white stuff and heard the chickadees chirping, I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore. The beautiful silence of the snow was, instead, charged with the shrieks of the slightly pissed off chickadees. "What the hell, hell, hell?" I felt really bad. I'm sorry Mr. Chickadee! Spring will come!