A change of focus

 

Things have changed in the last week. When I stepped out on the deck Sunday night before I went to bed to take one more look at the sky, something I do almost every night, thin snow had started to fall. The next morning the layer of snow measured five centimetres already - not ideal conditions for trimming the feet of the three horses, but since it wasn't windy it was not as unpleasant as I had feared. Fortunately even Romeo cooperated for a change, and our feet and hands barely had a chance to get cold. 

 The weather forecast had promised early on that this was not going to last, that sunny skies would soon return. Alas, as so often it was wrong. We woke up to damp, cool, dreary mornings all week, and the sun didn't show its face even once. It was cold enough that not even the snow disappeared, and the beaver pond soon had a crinkling skin of thin ice. Only today it warmed up to about four degrees Celsius, and once again a hint of green lawn greets the eye.

With this taste of winter it was time to move inside, even though I am still far from finished in the garden. There are other projects that need to be done, however, and it was a good time to tackle a big one.