Two mornings this week have provided a snowy winter scene; the last one melted away by early afternoon. I can’t imagine ever tiring of snow: light snow, a blizzard, moonlight on porcelain snow, the crisp blue skies afterwards . . . And I am grateful to have a warm home and clothes and ample food to be able to enjoy the winter snow as I do. I know it would be a very different story if I were cold, hungery and in danger. So I marvel at this late gentle snow and hope the plants in the garden don’t mind too much.