Isn’t nature a sweetheart? No sooner do I write about my longing for summer, then she hits us with our first snow.
Of course, I haven’t finished my garden clear up for the year. I still have chard, turnips, kale and lettuces in the ground, unprotected. A couple of spent cabbage plants await the compost pile. I have three little lettuces covered by buckets tonight and plan to move them to our hoop house tomorrow. As we’re still going under an extra layer of row cover (and planning to all winter long), and because I like to risk the window in which I can move these plants at all.
My teenager is always obsessed with making the first snowball of the season.
Whipping his dog into a frenzy with the same snowball added new fun to this year’s inaugural snow.
The evening sky, both heavy with snow-filled clouds and full of a golden glow, was a sight to see.