A beautiful sunrise. That's correct: sun-rise. The girls went out to check . . .
They looked and they looked, but they could find no groundhogs. I had to break the disappointing news to them that groundhogs do not live in Oregon.
Today's fog was restricted to a narrow swath along the Rogue River.
And there it is. Six more weeks of winter.
But on the positive side: when I left work a little after 5:30 there was still color in the sky. The worst is over, and spring will come again.