We woke up this morning to find that our yard had been covered with a dusting of frost while we slept. It’s not often that it gets frosty around here, and if we do it’s usually only for a few days in January, so it was completely unexpected. Today, everything in the garden is crispy, and the Juliet tomatoes that I’d been leaving to ripen are frozen solid. I almost picked them all yesterday to bring inside, but didn’t. Oops.
I have to admit, it does look awfully pretty. The ice crystals in the bird bath are especially beautiful. I guess I’ve got a big job ahead of me pulling out all the dead stuff. The last of my blooms (the nasturtiums, cosmos, mallow and some dahlias were still going strong) are now officially done.