Even before there’s a person in the story, there’s an implied tension between two elements of the narrative voice, one telling us that things are lovely (the sky is “marvelous” and “immeasurably deep”) and another resisting the general loveliness.
So, I didn't perceive the dichotomy as "resisting the general loveliness"! The boundaries between seasons are themselves delightful. The chill of snow in the shadows is a wonderful contrast with the fresh green of foliage and the warm blue sky.
Perhaps this is because winter isn't threatening; I live in a time and place that has removed that danger. That wasn't true in this story's time, and our author still feels that way, I suppose.
