Dead of Winter

Am I glad the past week is history. It was a cold for three days with snow on the fourth day.  While it was mild compared to the winters of my youth on the northern plains, it fit the phrase "dead of winter". I'm spoiled by mild winters where I can leisurely clean, mulch, and transplant in the garden.  I felt like a caged animal looking out the window. The only thing I did was fill the bird feeders. Here is what I saw out the window.

Does this Fatsia look happy? This is how I feel too.

I didn't cut fresh foliage for church arrangements so the ladies used what was left over from the previous week--they still look good.