First Frost

There is no set date upon which the seasons shift. Man's calendars are only rough analogues of the yearly climate dance, albeit the dance is moving from stately waltz to a demanding quickstep... but today was the first frost. 

As much as is the colourful change of the foliage (now mostly on the ground) the first frost is intrinsic to autumn. I guess the third tick will be the return of the Bewick's and other winter migrants to WWT Slimbridge and then we're on the bottom of the swing through Yule to 2024...

Not that I want to wish away the time. Unless it be back to the end of the last century when things seems oh so much simpler. The end of the Cold War, a UK in general prosperity and in a Europe that still thought we were worth keeping however much we were the demanding partner, and we even thought we'd fixed the hole in the Ozone Layer...

Mind you, back then on a freezing cold morning I'd be at work in a teledata room with even colder air conditioning... take the wins, Incredibish, take the wins... Frost on the kale in the front garden veg beds, by the way.