We’re in the mid-twenty temps around these thar parts. To say that we’re not used to the cold would be an understatement. Timber is the only dog in the house that is really dressed for the cold and even he was not that fond of it. The frost was amazing this morning. I had so much fun as I skipped from branch with my camera and Timber dutifully followed me around the yard.
It may be cold, but I’m not missing the rain. No muddy paws, no wet dogs. Yup, life is good in the gardens this week.