With all our cold weather, I've been hoping we would get one of our really spectacular heavy frosts—where it looks like snow covers everything. But so far, no luck, or else I've missed it by sleeping in.
We had a little warm spell last weekend, warm enough for me to wear sandals to the opening of the new art co-op in the small town closest to where we live.
This morning, though, we had frost again—and though it wasn't spectacular, the sunrise was pretty enough to send me digging around in my purse for my camera.
That whitish glaze over the grass is our frost.
Come August, I will be longing for cool mornings like this one!