After days of warmer temperatures, this morning we awoke to a cold, clear day with a hard frost on the ground. We’ve had frost already, but without the protective cover of the leaves on the trees, it ws far spred in our yard this morning. The cold makes for a happy, happy dog!
While Jasper romped about in the fresh air, L3 and I were busy exclaiming to each other about what we were seeing in the frost. He showed me this:
and I asked him to notice the frost here:
The coldframe has been closed, protecting the tender growth within. This morning all the condensation was highly noticeable on the inside of the lights, but the greens within were cosy as could be.
Despite the multiple frosts we’ve had, the cosmos are still in bloom. Though I look forward to each season in its turn, there is still something so hopeful about those pieces of color shining through in the stark landscape of the dark season ahead.
