A couple of weeks ago, we got snow in Houston. Snow is a rare event here, something we only see once every few years, or so I'm told. We made the most of it, bundling up and heading outside to play.
We even built a snowman.
My poor rosebush got a little icy. Incredibly, even after the snow and a couple of frosts, it bloomed again. I think it's finally stopped blooming now, but maybe it will surprise me once more.
Just for comparison, here's how it looked shortly before Thanksgiving:
This rosebush is still in the tiny pot it came in. It seems to be so happy there, I'm almost afraid to plant it.