My backyard looks its best in the winter because you can't see how the weeds are slowly taking over, you can't see how the lawn has been neglected.
The bird bath looks pretty, with its thick topping of snow: it looks like a cake on a fancy pedestal serving tray. Only, there is now rust showing where the bolt is revealing its age.
The slats of the fence, which I built many years ago with my neighbours, casts shadows and light in the late-afternoon sun. A blue and white pattern stretches over the untouched snow.
Who couldn't resist a photo.