Frost upon the blossoms

This morning at BioWorks was pale beneath the blue sky of Tampa. My world of garden was dressed in white and sparkle where a shimmer of frost lay across all the plants still in shadow. The usual riot of colors was far more subtle under the icy lace of frost.

The brilliant orange marigolds were dimmed. Purple petunias usually a rich and royal velvet took on a hue of lavender. Each red and gold trumpet of gallardia was filled to brimming with delicate crystals of ice that caught the sunlight and sent it a-scatter. Sunny yellows of beach sunflower were edged in a lacy white shimmer.

The frost is certain to give an end to these flowers, but it was a beautiful ending for each blossom. Such beauty does inspire me to add some poetry to these pictures.

Winter garden by Matsuo Basho
Winter garden,

the moon thinned to a thread,

insects singing.