Frosty morning

I awoke the other morning to find that a heavy frost had covered everything in the garden.  Before the sun had a chance to melt its beauty, I grabbed my camera and headed outside.

The frost had left a dusting of icy crystals, sparkling like tiny jewels in the early morning sunlight, on the remaining flowers and fallen leaves.

It was somewhat bittersweet because as beautiful as the frost looked, my garden began to wilt under its touch.

Another gardening season has come to an end.