We are on day two of lots of snow and it is snowing again. Every half hour I go and brush an 1/2 inch or so of snow off the hummer feeder. Seems to cold for them, I hope they are as tough as they are feisty.
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man