It wasn't my dream Sunday. I know where I live and that 18-degree weather shouldn't surprise me, but it does.

The planned tent camping trip has been canceled. I'm probably too old for frosty nights and constant back problems. I've become too comfortable. Does August suck?

We will probably do a shortened version of the one-day trip, just for a walk in the forest and maybe picking mushrooms.

But the best part is that my bird community is growing every day. The number of young tits and sparrows is increasing. That's heartwarming, and it makes sense.