Frosten kom tættere på -- And even closer

I morges vågnede Uglemor op til hvidpudrede tage i landsbuen. Heldigvis blev terrassen ikke ramt, men vores squash ... 

This morning MotherOwl woke up to white roofs in the neighbourhood. Once again our terrace was not hit, but the courgettes suffered.

Frosten er smuk på hækken ved busstoppestedet ...


Beautiful hoarfrost on the hedge by the bus stop...

og på vores ukrudt.



and on our weeds.

 




Men vores squash kunne ikke lide det ...

sådan så de ud i morges



The courgette plants did not survive.
Early this morning they looked like this

Og her til aften var de visnet. Den sidste gule squash modner aldrig.



And this evening they were wilted. My last yellow courgette will never ripen.