Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Jack Frost Was Here
We went out to feed yesterday morning and found that Jack Frost had visited us overnight. We've found a misty, frosty-looking film over the ground a few mornings in the past two weeks, but it wasn't frost--just a Jack-Wannabe.
Jack is such an artist! I love looking around and seeing what he's chosen to touch with his brush.
Fortunately, we've been covering the garden every night that's been predicted to be in the 30°s since it's always a bit colder here than the low predicted for Chattanooga. The first time temperatures got down in the 30°s, the beans, peppers, and cucumbers got frost-bitten (even though there wasn't a real frost.) We started covering them then and have been able to extend their harvest almost two weeks longer. But I think the message from Jack last night was that it's time to tell our summer veggies goodbye and tuck the winter ones in nice and warm.
This time of year it's not hard to be up before sunrise! I got to stand and watch the sky grow brighter and then watch the glowing copper sun spring up from behind the mountains almost as fast as a balloon released from a child's hand springs into the sky.
The sun still hadn't touched the trees across the back of the property (see the previous post), but I was ready for some hot oatmeal, so I didn't wait to see it. After all, this story is about Jack Frost, anyway. Thank you for this beautiful morning, Jack!