A light frost in the morning. Sometime between 6 and eight. Not surprising as it is getting on. It touched the leaves in the garden, but left the tomatoes and squash unharmed. They know it is time to ripen, while the cabbage and chard are loving the cool weather.
Where did the bees go?
Everybody likes a little head!
Bean there done that.
Hot or cold this weed doesn’t seem to give a damn.
The winter side of the Milky Way. Isn’t it magnificent?