Even before sunrise, we could see that the world had changed overnight.
No surprise, of course. One reads the projected nightly temperatures.
Yet there are so many variables in how it will appear.
Additionally, a different camera
What, exactly, makes frost so spikey?
Something to do with the dew-point, I suppose.
Each year, when frost comes, there is some different surface for it to cover, some new colour to highlight.
What of my poor frosted flowers?
Fiddleneck and Aster
What of poor Sweet Alyssa?
Grant persuaded me to take an early ride with him to Broadalbin, a two-hour round trip journey and by the time we returned our own little world had reverted, beneath a blazing, almost warm Sun.
Fiddleneck and Alyssa were doing fine.
Larkspur was never better! Which makes me suspect that this is actually an Alpine Delphinium. Mum would be pleased. She loved her delphiniums.
In fact, I’m rather taken with them myself.
Daisy was a little abashed, but considering how she started out, she’s made a brave recovery. Though sadly the buds are done;
And the wallflowers are losing their will to continue.
In the grass, I found another sad casualty.
But a little wild pansy cheered me up.