It's coooolllddd here in Seattle. Yeah, I know it's winter and that cold thing does tend to happen in the winter, but Seattle winters tend to be fairly mild. We're hardly San Diego, but we don't usually spend too much time below freezing.
The past few days, we've experienced our first morning frosts of the season. At our house, the overnight freezes prompted us to finally buy a windshield scraper (credit cards should be used for shopping, not scraping, goshdarnit!). And I've finally given in to hats and gloves (I already wear scarves constantly so we're good there). And I've learned just how beautiful the garden can be when covered in a sparkly layer of frost.
I was puttering around Saturday morning and glanced outside at the chilly world. I noticed my quail-topped faux weathervane had a this perfect frosty outline - so I had to grab my camera, slip on some shoes and head out to take a closer look.
(Besides owls, quails are the cutest birds to grace birddom - that's what I think.)
Never one to stop at one (or five) pictures, I snapped a few more.
Poor frosty peppermint. You bet your bippy they made me think about the possibility of frosty mojitos, but then I realized it was 7 in the morning.
This is our patio table. It's not actually in the garden, but it looks so cool when it's, you know, cool - so I had to share.
This is my tower of galvanized tubs (and watering can). I stacked them when I was getting the garden ready for winter - a little out-of-season aesthetic interest.
The dogs aren't huge fans of the garden. I'm behind a gate in HERE and they're stuck out THERE and it's just not cool!
I guess I forgot about this little guy. Poor roma.
No, Lizzie, I have not forgotten about you!
Frosty hens and chicks in a thrift store wire shoe made planter.
My dad made me this bird house, using an old boat cleat as the little rest. He's very clever.
The berries of a woodbine honeysuckle (Berries Jubilee). They add really wonderful winter interest. I've nearly forgiven the plant for its lackluster summer performance. Maybe it'll be happier next year, after it's had some time to establish itself.
Oh, Liz. Poor, neglected, abused Liz.
Lizzie has a mood spot. See that pink patch atop her snout? It gets really pink sometimes. Usually after heated encounters with the cat or during vet visits. Here, it's an agitated-but-not-quite-yet-beside-herself pink.
No worries, we went back inside and she got a nice big Milkbone shortly after this to make up for my egregious behavior.
Stay toasty, ladies and gents! Winter is officially upon us.
