In the 30s at walk time this morning. I noticed, all along the way, in the north facing, shadowed, low-lying patches of grass a light white dusting, like confectioner's sugar on spinach*. All the birds were sensibly hidden away as well, except for a few mourning doves huddled hopefully high above the empty cracked corn container.
*Yes, it's supposed to be a disgusting, inappropriate image. Just like frost in south Florida.
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