Well, the frosts have truly arrived.

I can't say I'm sad about it. There's something austere about it. Cleansing somehow.

On my walk this morning, I noticed that my little pond is frozen over.

The spearmint has donned picot edges for the occasion.

It's a tenacious plant. I appreciate that in my garden. I would rather deal with too much enthusiasm than having to be a constant cheerleader for reluctance.

I'm feeding the stray cat that lives with S. just down the road while she is away. Afterward, I got to see this sight from her lane:

Happy Thanksgiving to those of you who are celebrating. 😊