Did you ever notice the varying shades of blue in the feathers of a blue jay?
Or the brilliant red plumage of a male cardinal?
Do you see the spiked edges of this little squirrel's tail?
Summer isn't the only season for fishing in the Pocono Mountains. Even on the coldest days of winter, anglers often test the frigid waters of mountain creeks and streams.
And what would the Poconos be without whitetail deer? They're a permanent part of the Pocono landscape throughout the seasons. Even in the harshest winters, they endure.
I leave some of my garden decor outside year round. I love the look of the snow when it settles into the nooks and crannies of my favorite wind chime.
And lastly, I can't help but chuckle when I see my boy, Patch, out exploring his own frozen tundra!
Winter has one purpose. To wait. Spring will come when she's finally ready to yawn and stretch out her arms in the warming sun of an April day.
- Jane Rutkowski