the miserable gardener

I was going to go on this rant about how much I dislike snow, but I know quite a few people who spend all their time telling me about how much they don’t like this, don’t like that, and really, that’s an extremely self-centered way to look at the world, and stupefyingly boring for other people as well.

It’s already melting anyway.

P.S.

A new visitor to the garden; I don’t remember seeing a rufous-sided towhee before. He was hopping around the rock garden yesterday evening, so I lured him onto the patio with some scattered birdseed. He seemed lonely.