This from Henry David Thoreau's March 2, 1859 journal entry:
" . . .There may be a month of solid and uninterrupted winter yet, plenty of ice and good sleighing. We may not even see the bare ground, and hardly the water, and yet we sit down and warm our spirits annually with distant prospect of spring. As if a man were to warm his hands by stretching them toward the rising sun and rubbing them."
So while we wait for spring, we record the fading beauty of another winter.
Do watch THIS VIDEO of a female cardinal eating snowflakes.