I was not expecting snow. I wasn't sure that's what it was when I first noticed. The flakes were so thin and tiny it looked like translucent pint sized glitter. Maybe some frozen cloud bits got scraped off. Maybe it was exceptionally thin fog.
It was piling up though. That is to be expected at 15 degrees. I guess it was just a new version of snow. A little different for a first snow.
I had no plans to go anywhere anytime soon, not at 15 degrees. That is well below my minimum operating temperature.
I did go for a walk mid-afternoon when it approached the freezing point. Real cold is going to be the new normal. Best I go out and do a little acclimating. I lasted for half an hour.
The garden was in a different mood today.
Miss Collar followed. The evergreen variegated sedge planted in the very bottom of the garden did quite well for being buried rather deeply all summer.
I admit it. I am actually quite pleased with the progress of the Under Garden. Yes, it sure grows slow, but it is growing. It may hit maturity in perfect sync with my decrepitude.
The barren time exposes all.
Something's happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear.
I have been tripping out on the Under Garden the last two weeks since I chopped down the Tall Flower Meadow. It really is beginning to show up and turning into what I had imagined for it, a highly visible, low mounding tapestry of texture and color.
Something is right when the morning starts off with translucent glitter.