December is the slow month on the homestead. The truly slowest, don’t want to go out there, month.
In the warm week of December, the garlic decided to poke up and say hello through the hay.
The last of the crabapples hanging on. Do they wait for the birds?
And in December, a lone Shasta Daisy was in bloom. One last push, in a warm, sunny spot of the land.
Inside the greenhouse, I prepped for winter. This year we decided to not heat it, as a good freeze ensures bugs are killed off. I wrapped up all the plants that winter over in frost fabric for the winter, before the coming predicted freezes came. The aloe vera I had to sadly trim its blossoms off of. Ah well!
Our youngest loving being outside in the sun.
Off to the range on a bone chilling day, on Christmas Eve, before the snow came.
Christmas Day snow? Yes!
That doesn’t happen very often.
Snowball fights in the front yard.
Harvesting of the Meyer Lemons from the greenhouse.
And on the slow days? So much time to work with herbs.