Winter is here.
Probably not for good, but this is one heck of an early warning. It's 20 degrees out and a light snow is falling, spelling the end of the annuals. When it warms up again next week, I'll pull out the cosmos and pile them at the end of the garden. Last year I left them in a heap by the gate and didn't get around to dumping them for a couple weeks, resulting this year in a big, vigorous stand of them in that spot. Instant flower bed! So this year I'll do the same next to the beehives.
Jackson thinks the snow is pretty neat. He came out and bounced around while Lucy stayed snuggled up in her bed.
I'll drag them out for a walk later and then make a pan of lasagna with the mystery squash from my garden.