DonDiego announces the arrival of Winter a few days before the actual Solstice here at Tomato Ranch Ridge.
Today DonDiego's homestead has been buried beneath very-nearly a foot of clean white snow, . . . with more to come before dawn tomorrow. It makes the world a mite quieter.
There are lots of cardinals and, especially bluebirds, still flitting about the neighborhood; poor old DonDiego will fill the feeders around his domicile first thing after sunrise.