Faded glory

November 19, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

This morning, the real cold descended and by daybreak, which I am forever seeing because one of the unpleasant side-effects of major surgery is that I sleep no more than two hours in a row... which means that I'm up... a lot..., the temperature was 19 degree F. While the recent frosts I'd depicted in earlier posts were simply a temporary insult, this frost added injury to the hurt feelings. The spent Carolina Allspice leaf, so vibrant the day before, is fatally flawed, its cells punctured by ice crystals. So it goes as winter makes its inevitable approach, and the first deep and killing frosts arrive on the ridge.


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