Frozen flowers left on a bench. 
Slippy ice.
Skeletons of bracken.
They say "Love is out of season when the gorse does not flower."
It even flowers in the depths of winter.
Eartha puts a fairy on the tree.
This year's snow-lady is called Blanche.
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