On the first day of July I woke to our coldest morning yet this year — 4ºC — and light patches of frost.
Frost always surprises me as to where it is found and where not, but its decorative and novelty values are always appreciated here.
My favourite rock with its gloriously complex lichen adornments seemed more in place with the fine whiteness on the grass. In fact, the lichens seem brighter with the chill.
Certain substances attract frost more than others; I know compost and mulch does, and here the fallen leaves blown into a drain are limned distinctly and individually white.
Most of my yard doesn’t get frost but lichens appear in odd places all over it. This rock in the midst of the grass up the hill always catches my eye because of its spectacled pair.