Even the old brown buzzard stands out against the snow covered gravel and the Mexican feather grass. ( On a side note I read yesterday that feather grass should be divided to keep it vigorous).
The snow flakes which fell this morning were some of the largest I have ever seen. They quickly gave a generous dusting to the English garden. Enough to outline the brick edged beds and dry stone wall.
This is my first daffodil. If it had an idea of opening today it quickly changed its mind.
I left the house at 10:30am and didn't return until 3pm by which time most of the snow had melted. There are still flurries and I have the heater on in the greenhouse which is filled to bursting with seedlings and overwintering plants. It's going to be another cold night.