Garden for Basking

Though the outsidings of the house have been fouled with the abominations that are the ices and the snows, My People have planted for me the plantings of the plants.  I bask in the shine of the artificial sunlight which My People have placed above the growing things for my pleasure.

For this pathetic act of worship, I will overlook the failure of My People to make the outsidings suitable for my majesty.