Opaque windows tried to hide the secret of the night. But it couldn't be kept. The deck boards crackled under foot this morning. The unseasonable warmth of September and October could not last long into November. A lone leaf lay covered in frost.
This morning, frost blanketed my world.
It looked as though a light snow had kissed the earth.
A chilly 26 degrees dressed my yard in shimmering, frosty sequins.
Oak leaves, edges etched in icy silver, sparkle briefly in one final glorious display.