Frosting the garden

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Unlike that unconscionable arctic assault we endured about this time last year, winter consistantly moving itself into the upper twenties ain’t all that bad. Nor the 25 F (almost -4 C) that descended on the garden last night. The daytime highs are still in the 40s (5+ C).

It’s been a pleasurably mild winter but these steady frosty, freezy nights over the last week are actually good for the garden. It’s a signal that the inhabitants shouldn’t break out of their winter dreams too soon. And the frost does paint the garden with a delicate sparkle.

I was out this morning to catch the filigrees of frost before the sun came to wipe them away. It’s magic that always amazes me, physics be damned.

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