Lyrics of the Season Describe the Winter Garden

We all know the tune. Sadly though, my photos of chestnuts roasting on an open fire from a recent visit to Manhattan turned out to be fuzzy and out of focus. But the Jack-Frost-nipping-at-your-nose shots make up for it. Now all we need are "tiny tots with eyes all aglow". Seeing my granddaughter for the Holidays will take care of that!

Snow may be in scarce supply, but I love frosty mornings that remind us winter is all but officially here. There is something so bracingly beautiful about ice crystals glazing the grass and weeds and fallen leaves. As the first cold dawn rays break over the horizon, the yard and garden become a fairyland of glistening white. Then the melting begins—the perpetual dance of freeze and thaw that will carry us through the long ice-locked months ahead. It seems that winter never totally wins out, as long as there is frost on the windshield. I’ll try to remind myself of that mid-February.