First frost in the garden. The dark mud rimed with a white dusting. The sodden paths now firmer underfoot. And this is December! The latest frost I can recall. Oh, there was a snowstorm around All Hallows' Eve, but that doesn't count. Frost is frost and snow is snow. No one ever skied on frost.
Our first fall frost usually descends between mid to late September. And this one was only in the gardens, sloping down toward the Muddy River. Nowhere else that I noticed in the city, a chill walk across town.
Image ... Nudes on a glass vase.
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