The snow has begun this afternoon, and within an hour of falling it is already settling comfortably across the landscape, stealing the distant hills of the horizon.
At the bottom of the garden, the standing vegetables are undergoing their first winter test. I suspect we may have picked our last lettuce now!
The cabbage seem to be shouldering their new burden resiliently,
while the blueberry, which stands sheltered by the greenhouse, shrugs.
The soft sticky flakes cling to the sedum heads and leaves,
while the rich red of the cornus stems and leaves really stands out beneath the first sprinkling of snow.
After five minutes in the garden, the snow nests thickly in my hair, so that when I re-enter the warmth of the house, it immediately melts down my neck…
Time to throw another log on the wood stoves and watch the world outside gradually turning whiter, as a soft hush settles across everything and the light begins to fade. I wonder what the morning will bring here.