Frost

It is biting cold in this part of the country. We even woke up to snow on our local mountain top on Monday morning and though that happens occasionally in the winter one knows it is cold when it does. At my house I am only lucky enough to be able to have to scrap frost off of my windshield in the early morning and watch my garden take is last gasp of breath and die a quick death from frost bite. I stayed home from work today fighting the flu bug, with a nonestop headache and low grade fever. This afternoon I left my sick bed to wander the yard and witnessed the destruction of the cold of the past few days. No fluffy white magical covering of white. Just brown and black wet leaves, withered grapes on the vine brown and rotting. Your fingers go numb as you touch the dead flower heads and once you come inside they tingle to life with little electric shocks. I found ice inside my watering containers. The fresh air and cold took my mind off my headache so right now I'm feeling a little better. The long days of winter are upon us, my garden is taking it's rightful nap and though I am sad to see it so dismal looking, I still found beauty and know that spring will be here soon.