There was a smell of wet earth in the air under a stormy sky. On inclement February evenings, my attention is caught by the wooden benches in the park, left empty after the rain. There are no children playing around them, and nobody sitting on them. All there is in the park is the expectancy of better weather that will bring color and renewed life. As the Spanish saying goes: “Take care of your garden in winter if you want to have roses in the summer.”