While Mother Nature was dumping heavy, wet snow up the East Coast north of me, we awoke this morning to the first frost. Somehow, I had forgotten the charm of these early fall frosts - the rising sun just kissing the trees and shrubs.
A hardy salvia still holding its own.
Shrubs kissed by the frost.
And, a day full of promise. A day to light the fire, to read a good book, and to open a nice bottle of wine. Fall's not so bad, after all!