When I wrote about Ole Man Winter's brief visit to Clatter Valley last week, I knew he'd be back. And I knew he'd mean business. The guy's relentless. But I wasn't expecting him quite so soon. He roared through here on a three-day bender over the weekend, darkening the shortest day of the year and leaving about 16 inches of snow in his wake. The good news is that I think I caught a glimpse of the old coot. I think that's him leering at me from the woodland edge. Gardening 2008 is definitely over.