The end was arriving without any assistance from cold or frost or snow or wicked winter winds. A long fall of perfect weathers did nothing to stop the inevitable. The trees are near bare and the tall flower meadow was turning brown and laying down to rest.
You would think this was not a time when a new garden would appear from the earth, but that is exactly what was happening. The bone structure and winter interest of the baby garden becoming had begun to emerge from a falling tall flower meadow.
Only to be buried by the ever increasing snow fall totals in the ever changing weather diagnosis. Four inches, eight inches, some inches fewer or more. We shall see. It is raining snow now and there is the suggestion it may keep snowing until Wednesday morning.
I may get the house cleaned and balance my checkbook. Then I need to get serious about doing some measuring and drawing for a library in the mini-loft and a real closet in the bedroom loft.
This winter I may build instead of garden.