Friday, October 25, 2013

First Frost

We had our first hard frost last night.

Sitting at breakfast, I could see that the mums on the back deck were frosted. Grabbing the camera, I went outside to inspect.

Indeed, the mums had been etched in frost.


So had the marigolds that have stood guard over the garden all summer.


As well as the blanket flowers that the bees were still hovering in just last weekend.


I just finished reading The Outermost House by Henry Beston. Beston wrote about living in a small, primitive cottage on the easternmost portion of Cape Cod before roads or any development had come to that part of the cape. The book, published in 1929, captures his full year of observations about the landscape, the weather, the oceans, and the seasons. He gently encourages the reader to honor and love the earth and to take part in the "tremendous ritual" of the seasons.

As I glance out the window at the morning sun, I understand what he meant. The frost is melting, the sky is brightening, and the tremendous ritual of autumn is well underway.

3 comments:

Cindy Walsh said...

Beautiful pictures.

Jennifer said...

Frost hit here this week too, it seems our seasons were turned upside down in the course of a week.

Those mums are beautiful with their frost lace.

I will definitely pick up that book, sounds heavenly.

see you there! said...

The frost made for some beautiful photos. I'll check out the book, sounds interesting.

Darla