Wishing all y'all armloads of hugs, hope, and love as we traipse through 2017!
One hundred and one years ago my grandfather, Donald C. Minor, gazed upon this Black-Capped Chickadee. The four-leaf clovers may have sent him scampering to the window, frustrated by the snow or hard frost that separated him from his own patch of good luck. January 1, 1911 in southwestern Pennsylvania would have been gray, damp and … Continue reading If I Could Send You a Happy New Year Card, It Would Be. . .