What Will the Robin Do Then?

The north wind doth blow

And we shall have snow,

And what will the robin do then,

Poor thing?

He'll sit in the barn

And keep himself warm

And hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing.

Mother Goose

Asheville had its first snow of the winter yesterday, a wet snow that stuck to every twig and needle, except for the tops of the bamboo that were in the wind. By morning the snow had blown off most of the trees but still lay in a thin layer on the ground. Here are a couple of glimpses for people in Oregon and Kansas. Now, at noon, there's only snow in the shady places.