A year ago my gardens had a blanket of about two feet of snow.
This year the gardens have seen only a few light dustings of snow.
I shiver at the sight of bare frozen perennials standing tough with no white protective cover. But snow is coming. I know it’s coming.
Soon – I’m thinking positively here – my gardens will look more like this and I will rest more comfortably knowing my gardens are asleep under a welcome winter blanket.
Bon hiver … good winter.