Our first snow fell yesterday afternoon so, in accordance with the old tradition that says to walk barefoot in the first snow for good health in the coming year, I did just that.
So far it's worked pretty well.
And only the day before, the flowering quince thought it was spring. John cut some branches for me so we can enjoy the blooms in the warmth of the house.
They'll look nice. I think, mixed in with the usual Christmas evergreens.
