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| Termination Dust- first snow |
Yesterday, September 25, was the end of summer. Mid-afternoon, rain turned to wet, sloppy snow which then pelted the flower beds. The long white streaks were stunning against the purple, candelabra-like anise hyssop, and blended into the tufts of feverfew below. Sure enough, once the clouds parted, I could see the layer of termination dust on the mountains.
Termination refers to the end of warm weather. Dust? That is far too unattractive a term for the initial cap of snow. One of my favorite sights here is the double image of snowy mountains reflected in the still lake, divided by a row of yellow birch in fall or bright green foliage in spring.
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| Frost on a fern leaf |
Despite the undulations of the hillsides, the snow etches a razor sharp line. As autumn warmth wanes, the snow will descend to ground level, where it will stay until next May.
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| Frozen cosmos |
Today, I awoke to 28 degrees and the loveliness of a frost covered world. The tops and edges of all plants are decorated in white. I particularly love the delicate transformation of lacy ferns. Flat leafed plants appear dipped in sugar. Pink and purple cosmos seem frozen in time, as though the White Witch of Winter froze them for her winter garden.
Frost is especially delightful because it lasts for such a short time. The moment the sun warms a patch of foliage, the icy molecules melt, returning the plants to their everyday garb. Thus continues the autumnal decay. The leaves and flowers will mulch and warm the soil below, bedding the nursery for the next generation.
