"Welp," Arthur's voice hums from the window beside the front door. "Guess that's that, then."

You raised an eyebrow at his tone of voice - one with an odd sense of finality to it. Temporarily discarding your current task, you walked over to him.

And then you saw it.

Outside the window of the two of you's little cabin, you saw flecks of white drifting down from the sky. Snow. Winter's finally arrived, it seems.

"I don't think we'll be doin' much gardening no more." Arthur points out, turning his gaze to look at you.