The temperature read 18 degrees F on the deck this morning, which means it was 13 or lower in the garden. The garden was frosty white, but the morning sun melts the frost on the roses almost as soon as it hits them; however, the frost puts up a fight on the strawberries.



Yes, the frost is definitely here. Our garden is still trying to survive, but it won’t be long before all is frozen and dead until next spring. To everything there is a season.