On frequent road trips with my parents, we sang and played word games when the scenery was less interesting. As the only kid in the car, it wasn't that hard to keep me amused. It was more of a challenge when my four were little. "He touched me for no good reason!" "Mom! She's sitting too close again." And, of course, there was the race to call "shotgun." We did sing, We sang every song they knew and I taught them new ones, and we sang them over and over. "B-i-n-g-o, and Bingo was his name-o." I would hear that in my sleep, as well as the everlasting "99 bottles of beer on the wall." They told knock-knock jokes. We also played games: counting red cars, spotting out-of-state license plates, 20 questions, and some version of I Spy. "I spy with my little eye...."
I won't keep you in suspense. It is the middle of January. January!! Yesterday I spied the first forsythia blossoms. From what I can tell for Zone 7, it is way too early. Not only forsythia, I also spied the first robin unearthing bugletts and worms under the clothesline. It was warm enough that I used that clothesline to hang laundry in the afternoon; I'd been using the dryer lately. Global warming is a hot topic just now (did I really say that?), but it does give one pause for thought with the drought and these early harbingers of spring.
And for those inquiring minds, I did get one wagonload of branches over to the burn pile. It's a start.
It was a good day.