It was not my socks.

Oh, I thought my socks are blown by the wind and caught on a branch of hydrangea...It was not socks.

It was not my socks. It was Hydrangea's leaf. I'm sorry I made a mistake, but I really know what you did well when you were green. Good job, sweet dreams.

It seems that the shoots are wrapped in leaves to withstand the cold. I thought it was okay to leave it as it was until it fell naturally.

It's a white garden but in my mind is very colorful. This is like ground under the snow.