As the grey shades blend, the winter wind grows strong. While holding my warm cup of tea, I look into our Vanier Garden for signs of hospitality. However, the colour grey on most surfaces discourages my curious eyes. Nonetheless, I keep looking for a sign of life living in this up-and-coming garden. One thing that stood up is that every path has cut tree trunks guiding the wanderers. I think of looking for critters at first but no luck was on my side. As I continue to look for critters, I pay attention to a decaying tree with a cluster of mushrooms on top. The frills dress the trunk. The…