Our last rose caught by an early snow.
We awakened this morning to a garden on its knees, branches and stems hanging heavily with the weight of an early wet snow. I put on the coffee and grabbed my camera as Bob dressed in rain gear and grabbed the water hose. While he hosed the snow off the tree branches to keep them from breaking, I snapped photos of the remnants of this summer's plantings. Our trees were just on the verge of turning colors so now I believe autumn will begin in earnest. Several times in the past we have lost huge portions of our 60-year-old trees to early autumn snow and ice storms. As I am writing this a few hours later, the snow is already beginning to melt but the temperature is predicted to top out at 37 degrees Fahrenheit with below-freezing temps during the night.