The Day After

When I went outside this morning it did not feel particularly frosty. I looked at two thermometers and they both hovered around 32 degrees. I didn't see anything suspicious. I figured oh well we missed the first frost by one degree of separation.


















I had to go to town though to get insulation stripping for the well head and "the wrong kind" of drill bit (rats) and when I pulled out of the driveway there it was. A white frosting across the highway at the neighbors.















Apparently it takes a lawn to have your first frost.
















The green pastures in the two valleys below for the next eight miles were covered in frost. It was a lovely site. I should have stopped to try and take a scenic shot, but after I had passed the slow moving farm tractor on the highway I did not want to get behind him again.

Back home the sunny utility meadow of botanical delights is really going to seed.



















Another one of the fern species thriving in the forest interior did not seem in the least bit phased. I really do not think it frosted beneath the trees.















This Aster was seen in its prime in a previous post it seems like two months ago. When I have some time I should go back and look at the date on that post to see just how long these flowers have lasted. They are certainly past peak, but are still showy in a faded kind of way.
















And another one of the fern species growing in the forest. It reminds me of the Resurrection Ferns that grow on the limbs of Live Oaks in the deep south. It would not surprise me if they are in the same genus.














One of the Goldenrods now white and fuzzy.















We managed to get the ledgers for the front porch on despite my getting the wrong drill bit. It just added an extra step of marking the porch posts and facing board on the house with a pencil through the first drill hole, taking the ledgers down, drilling a second hole, putting the ledgers back up and screwing in the screws in the holes, which praise knob, lined up.














We are building to make this cabin last, to stand up to hurricane force winds and the occasional earthquake. It seems not so long ago, less than ten years, there was a quake with an epicenter about fifteen miles from here.



















Soon the colorful leaves will be over. I will have to move on to new images.















I don't believe I have ever really taken full notice of the seed heads of Goldenrod. In a way I am surprised by the fluffy white aerial dispersal mechanism for these seeds. I don't know what I was expecting.














The Colorful Leaves are finishing up the falling













The Frosty Leaves














Will return again tomorrow with more of a vengeance.