Winter's duvet

The garden slumbers under a 6 inch white duvet this morning.  Only the lumps and bumps of plants and garden structures provide reference of what lies beneath.

Heavy snow rolled in from the south west yesterday and layer upon layer covered the garden.  Dean Hill to the south looks Alpine and the fields surrounding us stretch out like crisp linen sheets into the grey haze.

The branches of the trees are scratchy dark lines against the pale subdued sky and all signs of work carried out last weekend, creating the new western beds, is hidden from view.

It's a time to rest up and take stock.  I can only hope the thaw comes soon and I can get out into the garden again and continue my checklist of tasks.  But for now the order of the day is a hot chocolate and a thick woolly sweater.