Just a week ago, the garden still managed a display of fading, but beautiful color. Then came the cold.
From west to east across the nation, the freeze is on. The garden has bowed to winter.
“Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall, – so rolls the changing year, and so we change; motion so swift, we know not that we move” ~ Dinah Maria Mulock
Record-breaking overnight lows have burst pipes and snapped the flowers from their stems.
The frost lays like a blanket of crystal ice across the landscape.
The sun shines for a bit…until the icy cold blows in again.
Fur coats, shorter outings and warm hugs keep the dogs safe and cozy.
At home, white lights and frost covers protect sensitive plants.
But the Memorial Garden is in the country and on its own while this cold snap drags on…and on…and on.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ~ Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Gardens For Goldens 