The snow that fell in December, quickly covered the ground and all the plants with a fluffy white coating.
Even the dead remains of flower stalks that I never got around to ripping out of the ground.
They've sat there for months, taunting me with their ugly selves, a reminder of yet another thing I need to do that there never seems to be any time for. A reminder of a once pretty garden, now covered in overgrown dead brown stalks.
But today the dead flowers looked kind of pretty, as the snow clung to their dried husks.
The garden isn't so bad in the winter, especially when there's snow around.
