White out

This is the view outside the window this afternoon. You won't be able to see much because it's blowing a blizzard. It's been like this since, what, December, and even though I don't mind a bit of snow, I'm beginning to look forward to warmer times.

What will survive? Who knows? I know I've lost the only agave I put in the ground, and I can't see some of the more tender plants making it through. I pray for the survival of the tree ferns, because if they don't make it they will become the most expensive tree trunks in history.

That said, even in this arctic tundra, if you look carefully you can see the first signs of spring, with the daffodils and bluebells shooting up out of the permafrost.