In the garden: After the first real snow
The poor oak!
Shoveled snow is not quite so beautiful as fresh fallen snow.
Treadmarks in the snow gilded by the headlights of oncoming cars.
Next spring (on the usual assumptions) I'll be complaining about how all this sand turned my yard into a beach, at least three feet in. (And actually, I think all that sand did the clay soil some good. So there).