Rode the bike through yet another snowstorm, this morning. Aside from lightly plowed side streets, my biggest challenge was avoiding "snow bombs". Snow that had accumulated last night on tree branches plummeted to the ground in this morning's high winds, sometimes in spectacular fashion. Nothing like getting hit square in the old helmet with a pile of unexpected snow. All in a day's ride, though, for this gal. Hard to believe that in only another week or two (I hope), I will be sitting out at the marsh with my birding binocular and spotting scope. We all handle spring fever in our own way. Birding is just one of many ways I get hit, but I love it.