First snow on the hill.

  
   It seems a bit silly to try to pick a day of the year to start this, as gardening never begins or ends. With the tender plants all picked and put by, it seemed the first snow at least marks a change and would be as good of a place as any to begin.

 

The leeks seem fine after a night in the low 20s.

The zucchini on the other hand looks a bit sad.

All good things must come to an end.