A revelation

When I've thought of the death of nature it seems that November is that month of the year, at least here in this northern country.
Today when I went out walking it struck me that the ultimate death of nature is just before it will be reborn, perhaps at the end of March or the beginning of April.

When the snow melts all the s**t is revealed, everything is grey and dull and smells like death. Thankfully this lasts a very short time, all the new, fresh green stuff is soon piercing the ground and we will forget about what lies under it.