We had a low of 19 degrees this morning which meant a hard freeze, for sure. But this was only our second one so we squeaked by much, much longer into fall than we usually do. Our previous low was 29 degrees a couple of weeks ago.
The raised beds first thing this morning.
Frost on the pumpkin . . . I mean Suburban.
The ice on the pond wasn't very thick but definitely the most we've seen so far.
All the wild Mallards are gone except for Mama Mallard and the ten little ones (no longer little) she raised here this summer. They are congregated around the spot where the water flows into the pond through the culvert under our driveway . . . the only place that wasn't frozen this morning.
Minutes before I took the above shot, Mother and Father Goose came waddling down to one side of the pond and Father Goose launched himself into what he thought was water. 'Cept it was ice.
Oh, how I wish I'd had my camera ready for that! His left leg went south and his right leg went north. His wings were going like windmills and he struggled for about 15 seconds trying to make it back to shore. You could almost see the totally bamboozled look on his face. "What the . . . ??"
We hit a high of 40 for the day and with a breeze blowing, I gotta say it was mighty invigorating out there. Sure felt good to come in to the warmth of the wood stove.
As hubby said, "I think we can now assume our long, warm fall is over." Yup.
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