First Frost

No, the first snow has not yet fallen on the Kansas prairies, unless you count flurries so small as to be sparkles only. But this morning the dull gray meadows, pastures, and roadsides were sugared with frost. The sun was just clearing the eastern rise, and so tips of grass and hilltops sparkled gold, and valleys, creeks, and shadows sparkled azure. Morning allows no black and white...just watery hues in the sky and over the swelling ground.

I could have put a prairie gate picture above, again, but since Kim and Patrick are dreaming of really cold Kansas weather, I chose a frosty reminder of happy sled rides last December. Welcome, winter. Quiet times come oftener.