As the song goes the weather outside is frightfull. It snowed heavily a few days ago, and it has laid on the ground. The night temperature dropped to minus five degrees centigrade last night. The snow is more icy now and stuck into blocks.
The Verbena Bonarensis with a new frosty, wintery look after the sub zero night temperatures.
One of my Roses is hanging on manically to its leaves. These have been frosted by the freezing Russian air overnight. I love the crystals that form on plants, feeders, and buds like iron filaments near a magnet. The little shards stick up at funny angles.
This is the wintery garden this morning. The UK always grinds to a halt whenever a few flakes of snow fall. The railways get delays, flights are grounded at airports, the Eurostar stops running altogether, and the motorists break down or crash on icy untreated roads. The only people who like snow are romantics like me, and the children who can play in the snow. Sledging down hills, throwing snowballs, making snow angels, and building snowmen with carrots for noses, and coal for eyes.
Its three days untill Christmas day. I have to try to go into the veg patch to dig up the chilled Parsnips that we sowed in June. Hopefully there will be enough for the Xmas Day dinner.
The garden birds have been busy today feeding in the garden. There are Goldfinches, House Sparrows, Blackbirds, and a very handsome Chaffinch who keeps coming onto the Apple tree.
The white glow of the snow makes it feel like an Xmas card come to life.