s.a.d.s.

Some of my readers who have followed through the years know that I complain a lot every winter. I suffer from SADS (Seasonal Affective Disorder).

Or, as I define it; Severe Aversion to Digging Snow!

I drew this in my little sketchbook sitting at my kitchen table looking out on the deck. It is about 4 degrees Fahrenheit and the sun is shining making long purple blue shadows. We have a heated bird bath and 5 feeders!