The ground has been frozen hard for a couple of weeks now. I compare the firm feeling underneath my feet to the softness of spring, the shovel-ability of summer, and the crunch of fall.
Comparing one thing to another is just about all i have ever seen the mind doing. Of course, this comparison aids us in perception. "This trowel looks similar to and yet a little different than all the other trowels i have seen. Therefore it must be a trowel." Perceptions happen at such lightning speed, we don't even realize it.
Comparing my garden to my friend's garden though is actually useless. She has different conditions and proclivities. The 2 gardens simply exist. Like the seasons. Neither better than nor worse than. Each with its own qualities.
Winter freezes hard.