I went out after dinner, last night, and put up frost cloth, for the tomatoes, beans and zucchini. Hugh was up early, lit the fire, and announced “ It’s a frost”,Yes, Jack Frost had unpacked his bags, and was here again.
Most of the photos were taken around 7 a.m. Still cold at minus 0.5 Celsius, not so cold for my friends in the North, but coolish here for October.
Maybe this is the one time when I can imagine I am tall!!
Looking back from the front lawn, not much sunshine at that stage.
This is to the left of the photo above, and across the driveway. A few patches of lawn not icy, under those branches.
A short walk along the street, and down the driveway to Patrick’s place.His ewes have a frosty start for their breakfast.The darker shed is where Fiona has her chooks, and the roof just showing on the far right is Hugh’s workshop.
Quotation of the day, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“The frost performs its secret ministry unhelped by any wind”
Greetings from Jean