Part of the food liberation

The first flurry.

We had heard it would snow overnight, but it didn't, or not in our immediate vicinity. Risa got up, built a fire, hit the coffee buttons, and slipped into her rubber clogs to let out the chickens, ducks and geese.

A few flakes fell.

Then the air became thick with the stuff.

View from the end of the driveway.

By noon, five inches of it had fallen, and then the sun came out. It was about forty degrees (F) out, so most of it was gone by nightfall. We went about our business in shirt sleeves and sunglasses, much as though we were visiting Miami Beach.

Rosemary peeks out from the herb bed.

Tracks are from spreading greywater on the beds, or what Risa hopes are the beds.

Kale, collards, and beets shaking off their blankets in the sun.

Risa's impressed with the Northwest winter-keeping qualities of collards and prefers their flavor to cabbage. Relatively bug-free through the summer, too. Here's a nutrition chart on them. She thinks they should be part of the food liberation of many, many lawns.

The cold part of this snap comes tomorrow night. The lamp is already on in the pumphouse. Must remember to re-cover the figs.