The late November garden means the native Witch hazel is starting to bloom. Last night was a true hard frost and the garden this morning was a little frozen and a little sparkly.

Some of the hydrangeas were frozen and looked like a sculpture almost.

And the last little roses of November (I think) were cut and are living in vintage milk bottles on the kitchen windowsill.

The heavy lifting is over for the season, so I have been exploring and checking things out. The garden is in a different form now, but still beautiful and interesting. It’s a lot of fall color and texture.

Keep going outside. Your garden is still calling you.

Happy Thanksgiving 🍁