We are at the tail end of an especially gray, gloomy winter. The big snows that have swept across so much of the country have passed us by. I see subtle beauty in the stones, bare trees, and carpets of dried leaves. Colors seem more intense on a cloudy day. Further south, in Charleston, the greens never quite go dormant. It's the bright winter berries that really pop, set against the chilly grays, rusts and browns of the cemetery. Food for the birds and a feast for my eyes, they are enough to tide us over till spring arrives.