Baby, it's cold outside.

-13 degrees Fahrenheit overnight, warming up to 6 degrees during the day. But who's counting? I spent the day on the sofa with a faux-fur throw that has the warmth of an electric blanket. No wonder the foxes run around my yard chasing rabbits in below freezing temps - they've got the real thing. But they didn't have a good novel and a bag of Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark Squares. I did.

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Henry was no fool...

"Summer afternoon – Summer afternoon…the two most beautiful words in the English language."
Henry James
British (US-born) author (1843-1916)

After three evenings of rain, it was actually a little chilly tonight. If you can call 63 degrees chilly in the middle of summer. But it gave me a hint of what's to come, and I decided to look back at what was - last winter.

This is the large blue spruce in my front yard, note the neighbor's white SUV parked on the street in front of it... Same tree last Christmas, big white lump to the side is neighbor's SUV.

The front bed yesterday.....
The front bed in December.

Steps leading down to the lower garden...
Those indentations in the snow are the steps in December.

Rocker on front porch....
Rocker on front porch at Christmas.

Front walk a couple of weeks ago...
Front walk at Christmas.

Wrought-iron railing above lower garden in June....

Wrought-iron railing last winter.

Terrace garden in August....
Terrace garden in December.

Adirondack chair in lower garden in June...

Adirondack chair in same spot at Christmas.

Guara lining driveway in July...

Guara under drifts of snow along driveway on a sunny day in December.

Rose of Sharon in August...

Rose of Sharon in December.
Looking east from my driveway toward neighbor's SUV...

Neighbor's SUV put to the test.
Faux Gloire de Dijon rose in streetside bed...
Tip of faux Gloire de Dijon poking up above drift.

Okay, that was a little frightening, wasn't it? Repeat after me, "Summer afternoon, summer afternoon"......