|Snow Capped Teasels|
The snow is back and the garden is covered in a white blanket. Perforce there will be no gardening today. My failure to conclude the autumn weeding will be hidden from view for a few days. A welcome side affect.
Between snow flurries the sky is an iridescent blue but there is no heat, no melt. The air is still, steely cool. Two goldfinches perch on the snow topped teasels and feed on the papery seeds. Their twittering calls cut through the silence. It is winter.
|Dogwood in the snow|