Electricity

Not me. The look of my pond in winter, the depression covered by snow
except
for the area around the heater... the larger taller rocks peeking out
absorbing
the sunshine, the pale tan dead grasses providing winter shelter, food,
and
emergency nest re-building material to the birds who chose to brave out
the
winter, is priceless.

I agree, there is a stark beauty to winter, and the spring awakening of life
always stirs me, too. I've lived in places where there is virtually no
season change, and I find I miss the changes. As long as they're not too
severe, anyway...