A glimpse of our garden buried under a winters snow that won't go away due to the temperatures that stay close to zero each night. The peaceful serenity of the scene has not lulled the mistress of the manor into a lethargic, reflective mood; indeed it seems to have brought her blood to a fever pitch as scenes of a new brick patio dance through her head, with visons of moments sipping iced tea while sitting under a brightly colored umbrella dance through her imaginative mind. Age has not diminished her desire to dig holes, move brick, or rearrange the location of trees. Although her knees won't allow too much of the above, her gardener, me, can still push the dirt around, so between us we will get it done. Bring on the spring, bring back the birds, bring back baseball.