Jack Frost ...

... has been in our garden again and this is how it looked this morning.

Jack Frost was in the garden;

I saw him there at dawn;

He was dancing round the bushes

And prancing on the lawn.

He had a cloak of silver,

A hat all shimm'ring white,

A wand of glittering star-dust,

And shoes of sunbeam light.

(from the poem "Jack Frost in the Garden" by John P. Smeeton)

Sunday, Jack Frost painted the greenhouse roof.

It was -7'C in there yesterday afternoon. I didn't stay there for long! Just enough time to throw an extra blanket of bubble wrap over my seedlings.
The best place to be was in the kitchen. I roasted some chestnuts, ready for my Christmas nut roast and popped them into the freezer.

And I made some mini mincepies to store in the freezer for Christmas.

The recipe for the orange pastry can be found here.

A seemingly suitable job for the first Sunday of Advent.