I changed my coat for this?

Yesterday we dropped by CDN Tire and I picked up four 

roses. It was cold and the snow was not far behind. But

the trees are budding and this morning we are seem to be 

becalmed between the seasons.

"We live in an old chaos of the sun,
Or old dependency of day and night,
Or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of that wide water, inescapable.
Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
Whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,"

from Sunday Morning

By Wallace Stevens