In contrast to snowfall that came in overnight on a northeast wind, I could hear at first light the clear whistling "fee-bee" of a chickadee and the canary-like song of a goldfinch, both I associate with gardening outdoors in much finer weather.
In contrast to my desire to stay under warm covers, I forced myself out of bed and went outside to take pictures of:
Contrasting prints of bird feet and cat paws.
Contrasting thoughts of the Bavarian planter under a fresh cap of snow. . .
and overflowing petunias of last July.
And the arbor bench tucked in beneath barren intertwining twists and turns of wisteria. . .