|Hostas are under there somewhere|
|Poor little bird's nest spruce, all covered up!|
Below, you'll see the place where my vines like to spread and flower. The herb garden is right in front of the trellis, but don't bother looking for anything. Not Tansy, or Oregano, not even Chives can be seen poking out of that ice crusted snow. It looks so desolate now, it makes me want to cry.
|Clematis vines sleep soundly with a blanket of snow covering them|