Light as a feather and silent as night, the first frost of winter falls and we waken to a white dawn….
And so it happened last Wednesday that summer was truly over. We knew that this frost, although not heavy (at -1C), would kill many things in the garden. So after running around with the camera to record the magical beauty of frost, we set about harvesting all the remaining crops still on the vines. But first – here are some of frosty images. Enjoy.
Water vapour coming off the lower dam in the early morning light
Michael inspecting the chickens for frost-bite !!! against a magical white grass carpet.
The same grass, close-up.
Borage, that quintessential summer flower, now in winter coat before it dies away.
The frosty fronds of the Asparagus Bed.
Raspberry leaves (L) and Globe Artichoke (R)
Michael picking the last of the beans and Sophie with the Maize.
Trevor’s partner Stoni and their younger son Marley plucking the last of the tomatoes
And finally the delicate beauty of a late pea flower dusted in frost….. farewell summer until next season.