Despite the fact that I have been excessively researching fire escape gardening and how to successfully grow a miniature lemon tree in my Brooklyn apartment, winter is still making herself known.
I love snow, I really do. I especially love the view outside my bedroom windows when it is snowing. Had it been December or January, I would have been swooning over this view. Now that it is March and my down coat is in desperate need of dry cleaning, as in, I am utterly disgusted by it every time I have to put it on in need of dry cleaning, I am not so in love with this view. Still, I cannot deny the beauty of the snow or the serenity of walking through my neighborhood amidst the quiet that only descends after a major snowfall.