Back up a day though, on the lead up to Sunday it was very cold, some areas had snow a couple of days before and on Saturday we had what is best described as a small fluttering. It was very cold and the flakes did not move all day. This meant that any snow that arrived overnight was pretty certain to settle.
Settle it did and snow it did, it did not really stop snowing all day. The garden turned monochrome.
The sky stayed gray and any color that was present leached away.
The garden responded to the snow by flattening down in the Prairie Borders.
and the trees raising their arms to catch the snow and be silhouettes.
The Contorted Hazel, that I only wrote about the other day, looks magnificently like a windswept head of hair. 
Whereas the Iford Cherry looks like it is hiding its head under its wing (poor thing), or maybe dabbing?
The edgeworthia, whom I anxiously watch every winter, is not making my anxiety any less as I see it covered in snow. This anxiety has now gone into overdrive as the temperatures on the Monday night plummeted to -8 I really hope that its snowy coat protected it from the worst of this deep freeze.
As it was Sunday and I had nowhere to be, I enjoyed this snowy interlude, though at the back of my mind I wondered how the drive to work would be the next day. The snow lasted until the Wednesday when the rains chased away the last of it. Apparently it was the most snow in seven years and I cannot help but wonder how harsh a winter we are due.
