I put the last of my container garden to bed yesterday. I leave my miniature roses out to be stopped by frost after one last good watering, then I bring them pots and all into the back of my pretty much unheated garage. I’ve found that they do best for me in pots and put to rest for the winter in this fashion.
It was snowing when I woke up at dawn. When I went out to let the chickens out, they were milling around the pop door cooing hopefully. They hung back when they saw the ramp down to the yard was dusted with snow–then the crabby noises started. They kwaw-kwawed at me from inside the coop as I fluffed the hay bedding of the chicken yard until there was no sign of snow, only emerging hesitantly after I had sung “Everything is Awesome” and started throwing scratch down for them. (Chickens really are graceless reptiles.) They will be in and out of the chicken house today eating, drinking, and warming their big chicken feet.
I’m going to be doing the same.