Too early, always too early for my taste, it started to snow around 6 am.
The nasturtium were holding on still and I saved a last handful this morning. They will be dead after this frosty night.
I picked the last raspberries. R wrapped the fig trees before he went to work.
My neighbour cleared the snow from our front steps.
The hills on the other side of the river are are dusted in white.
Some expert today's newpaper predicts 50 days of frost and snow.
No, please no, I want to tell him.
I don't like winter.