Day 24: Brrrrr! Got up this morning to 27° in the yard and everything covered in a delicate tracery of frost. It wasn't unexpected. Looking out the window at this moment, I see snow on the clearcut, deeper on the ridges behind it where it still clings to the boughs of the evergreens. It's been there for a few days, and temperatures are not encouraging it to leave.
The deciduous trees are shedding their red and gold garments with some haste now, anxious to divest themselves of ice catchers and snow scoops. A little gust sets a shower of crimson flying from the dogwood. If the frost persists, the brush line across the road will quickly be a network of bare branches, wooden lace ready to be starched with snow.
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