The Cardinals and Blue Jays are more brilliant. Animal tracks are trails when the snow is deep and powdery. Not even deer leave single footprints but drag furrows in the snow. Warm and snug indoors, with a fire on the hearth, we can recall the time when gardening was a hands-on pleasure. Just now, even pulling weeds would be something to do.
Memories bring back gardening while everything is asleep under the snow.
Last fall I brought in a number of pots of plants when a frost warning was sounded. After danger was past I returned them outdoors for Indian Summer. They included a Brugmansia grown from a cutting given to me by Carol. Last summer it was magnificent, bearing a multitude of blossoms. Then, it and all the others placed back outdoors succumbed to an unexpected hard frost that came without warning.