Winter in Chicago is like living in a Kazimir Malevich painting. We took the opportunity last Sunday to remove a little white from white and, by shoveling, hopefully making it a little bit more like a Franz Kline.
There isn't much to do in winter. A lot of folks think the garden looks barren but I appreciate the tidy beauty of it, like a fresh canvas waiting for the next year's palate of browns and greens and yellows.
That said, we did a little pruning of the fruit trees (January is a good time to take off branches since dormant trees concentrate their energy in the trunk) and removed some wasp nests from the shed. We kept looking around for more to do but there wasn't much. It's hard for a gardener to hibernate.