The first frosts tell me that autumn is over but it's not until the first snow has fallen that I truly believe that winter has come. Some years we've had no snow so it's just felt like a very long autumn dragging into a very long spring. This year we had snow before Christmas.
There's nothing quite like snow to make you look at the structure of your garden. Without the distraction of colour, you are forced to focus on the shapes and lines you've been creating (or allowing) all year.
Sometimes those shapes are breathtaking.
Sometimes they are a mess.
Honey absolutely loves playing in the snow.
And the bees are safe and sound for winter: strapped down from the winds, wired in from the woodpeckers and hopefully with enough stores until spring.