On Monday morning we could feel it in our bones. It was so hard to get out of bed. Over the night we had our first fall frost. It seemed to be a pretty hard frost too. When I went out to look at the garden everything was covered in a crispy glistening layer of ice.
It was 32 degrees after the sun rose:
Each blade of grass was frozen over:
The barn’s roof was a frosty silver color:
Some frozen pepper plants:
Raspberry bushes iced up:
Our ceremonial Hopi Tobacco was killed:
The sun still behind the trees:
And the countdown to ice-begins, eh? At sundown two days ago big pumpkin patch was full and green, the Atlantic Giants barely showing there was so much foliage. I woke the next morning and my jaw dropped when I saw just pumpkins and flattened frozen foliage. Now I’ve got my SmartWool socks out and lots of sweaters and leggings.
Here’s wishing you tight windows and a large wood supply.
Martha Ann