A few patches of mud. This is more of the garden than has been visible since mid-November. One of the joys of enduring an Alberta winter is seeing the less attractive features of the back yard - yellow cauliflower stalks, broken solar lamps, abandoned weed buckets, the scrap wood pile - disappear under a blanket of brilliant white snow. Even when powerful winds from the southwest suck the front garden bare and dry several times per winter, snow cover persists on the leeward side of the house and it's welcome. There comes a day, though, when there are potential alternatives beyond snow and drab. A necessary intermediate step is a view of brown grass, soggy bare soil, and all the rubbish I couldn't decide how to dispose of before winter hit. Grim. It's no wonder so many people here place artificial flowers in their outdoor planters. It's odd, but not a wonder.
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