And then, lo and behold, snowflakes the size of Texas fluttered down. I had to get out the camera, not just to document the snow but to take advantage of how the light dusting of snow would cover my garden's bare spots and make all the remaining plants seem that much more beautiful.See how that works? You almost don't even notice the big hole in the lower left where I planted an American beautyberry. It became the 15th or so victim of that particularly deadly spot. I think it's finally time to take Annie in Austin's advice and stick a pretty pot there.Here again see how the fluffy white stuff around the iriess distract the eye from the dead Turk's cap and presumably dead crinums to the right? (Yes, MSS, those are the crinums you gave me. They looked great for a while but the January freeze hit them hard.)These snowcapped wine bottles created a Mount Tempranillo, hiding the weeds hiding behind them. (If you look carefully, there are also a ton of poppy and larkspur seedlings. I didn't kill everything MSS of Zanthan Gardens gave me.)Here the snow distracts you from noticing that I accidentally took a picture of my dog relieving herself, or maybe the snow just distracted me.
In some areas of the yard, I think only a thick blanket of snow could beautify them, although there is something majestic about these tools accidentally left out in the snow. OK, just me?