The temperature is just above freezing this morning. The snow we received yesterday is turning into slush.
A group of chickadees visited the bird feeders while I had my breakfast. 24 more words
All across the town we are counting the potholes in awe and aggravation. That was some lusty winter. It might have started in the way of our favorite pass-time and local sport: proving which ward has more clout and then complaining about it, this is still Chicago. 76 more words