Snowing on a Sunday

I say Sunday, but it has been snowing around here for almost a week with sub-zero temperatures. This morning I peeked down to our front yard from the bedroom window and captured this picture of our low-level hedge of box, the evergreen waxed leaves showing under the dollop of snow, overlooked by the  cherry blossom.

We have been away from home for a while and a clear up of winter garden debris is well overdue. I could only manage to tend to the front yard which tends to attract litter from the adjacent road. Besides the remnants of last season's growth, I removed stubs of train tickets, ice lolly packets, Jaffa cake wrappers and other assorted bits of plastic and paper. My fingers had gone too numb to remove a few dandelions that had taken root over the uncharacteristically warm December days. Later.

On an earlier weekend, I gave the garage door and front door a fresh coat of paint in mail-box red. A second coat is needed but that will have to wait till the days get warmer. The fresh paint is part of an attempt to improve kerbside optics - that, along with plants in the front yard which seem to have established well over the last couple of years. Our miscanthus has self-propogated quite widely and we see little shoots scattered all across the front yard. Will need to replant them where we want them, closer to spring, I suppose.

Later in the afternoon, with the snowfall incessant, our backyard looked good enough to eat. Think gingerbread house iced with brandy butter, meringues topped with whipped cream and lavender dusted with icing sugar.