We woke up to a winter trifecta of ice, snow, and rain. The block looked good, however; everyone was out shoveling and complaining about the cost of heat. In the garden, the trees were covered in ice, which if you're a tree -- and especially an evergreen -- is pretty annoying. The deciduous trees were less bothered but possibly a little smug and unfeeling. There are limits to anyone's empathy, perhaps. The small woman in the garden with a hat of snow prayed for warmth and reconciliation. The drainpipe told her to 'fuck off.' Predictably the dawn redwood -- a deciduous conifer -- preened in its coat and remained largely above the fray. Inside, the amaryllis ignored the weather. They didn't even realized that they had been moved to a different vase. Elektra: Flowers are pretty but stupid. Zephyr: Elektra has said that about a lot of different people, including me. Everyone could agree, however, that the orange orchids were beautiful in the breaking sun.