So this is a pic left-over from June? Nope, took it just now. See the oak leaves on the ground? This is the old rose garden, more or less left on it’s own these last few years. I guess it was just waiting for some rain. There are more buds, too, but I have little hope for them. It was 31 degrees this morning and even under the oak trees it’s got to be cold. We’re having a fire every day now and the weather forecasts are starting to mention snow levels. Those are still some way above us, but it won’t be long now. It was comfortable with all that woolly fiber in my lap last evening. What are you weaving? Still hats, here. 😀