Garden life is a dream. I sit in front of the fire with a mug of tea, reading garden books. Dreaming of a spring and a summer far, far ahead.
It is bitterly cold. My time in the garden is limited to photographing, feeding birds and squirrels.
On this last day of 2008 I woke up to a snowing world.
December 4th, on Barbromesse, Santa Barbara Day, I cut a twig from the plumtree and took it indoors to let it grow in lukewarm water. It was supposed to bloom on Christmas Day.
We are enjoying a White Christmas, but the snow is old and icy and not at all the way I want snow to be - no snowmen making, no playing in the snow, no skiing for me though my husband is out almost every day.
The garden is dead and frozen. The days are short and during the week we are home only when the world is dark. During the holiday we enjoy the light. 
