The North West flow came in the night and lingered through the morning.
I woke up to a winter wonderland again.
Each snow is unique and makes its own impression on the garden.
Then it began to melt. By the next morning it was gone.
Today there was sunshine. Today there was warmish.
I was elsewhere spreading the last of the mulch.
The beasts got to enjoy the day outside. They were tossed out when I left.
On a sunny day the crocus open for business.
A sleeping garden is nudged to stir.