Something Wicked This Way Comes

Teddy was not happy when we went outside this morning. She is giving me the "why did you do this" stare.


A storm blew through here last night and dropped hail the size of golf balls. The juniper succumbed to the bombardment.


Icy snow covered the boxwoods.


Even my toad looked angry.


I hope my bay trees survives these conditions. I just put it back outside the night before.


The recently spruced up spring potting table was dusted with snow.


Snow on the roof of the mini Victorian.


Unlike me, Teddy is ready for spring.


So is her water bowl.