When I started working this morning it was below zero and the inside of my house didn't feel much warmer. Though it was really hard to get out from under the warm covers with indoor temps hovering around 48 degrees, when I did I was rewarded with the sight of the sweetest little yellow birds flitting from branch to branch in the pine trees outside my window. They were so small that at first I thought they were butterflies. So today in honor of all industrious creatures who endure crazy cold I too am hard at work.
Here is the fruit of today's labor.