Last night, I just missed the most wonderful coloring of the sun going down on the hill, with the moon rising over it. 
But what you can see is the clear sky. In November, a pretty good indicator of a frosty morning coming. I got all my pots in last night, and good thing. 
The first sighting this morning - white grass.
A close up of the individual iced buds on this flower head.
Only nature could work so hard at outlining every leaf.
The first sighting this morning - white grass.
A close up of the individual iced buds on this flower head. Only nature could work so hard at outlining every leaf. Mint Julep on the stem.
My assistant's foot prints melting the frost.
My assistant's foot prints melting the frost. 
Lichen on an old post.
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