They told us it was going to get cold. Actually, it's BEEN cold, here at the Patchwork Garden. Just not this cold.
When I first woke up this morning, it was 8 (eight) degrees Fahrenheit.
I went back to bed.
A couple of hours later, it had warmed up. Wow...10 (ten) degrees. That's what the old fashioned thermometer said.
The new fangled one, that has the thermometer outside and you read it inside, said 9 degrees. What's one degree, right?
The water along the sides of the creek was frozen.
This side looked like someone had painted it, with a heavy brush. Or did some critters come out to skate across it?
This side was just frozen solid....the leaves all suspended in the ice.
I hope the icy grass on the golf course, was because they watered before the freeze. That's supposed to help insulate.
These blades of frozen grass, look like ice straws.
The prickly pear growing along the creek was frosted.
And, the gourd birdhouse, hanging high in the tree, was sprinkle with glittery frost.
Could this little guy be the one who left the skate pattern on the ice? He looked cold, with his feathers all fluffed out. Probably looking for a drink. There was still water flowing along.
It's supposed to be cold again, tonight. I need to go cover some things, again.
You know....maybe we should've taken Santa's lead...
and headed on down to the tropics, after the Holidays.
Stay warm.
