We've had some snow this year. Enough so no fool is walking around whistling I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas. A Christmas this white involves a lot of hard work, a lot of heavy lifting. Here's some shots of the garden in rest mode. In the second shot notice the birdhouse up on the 24' pole. It was intended for Purple Martins, but the Gray Squirrels laid claim to it, and chewed the holes open wider. Damned tree rats. We may have found a temporary answer to the squirrelhouse issue. The critter sitting atop the house in picture three is an American Mink, Neovison vison, sunning himself. I did not see him climb up there, but his exit was less than graceful. After hanging and flinching for quite a while, he dropped to the ground and scurried off down the hill to a burrow in the bank of the frozen lake. We have caught glimpses and evidence of mink (missing Koi) for the past 20 years, but this is the first time we've seen one in Winter.