We did indeed get our first frost. The trip to the bus stop this morning required a prewarming of the car to clear the windows and so the grands wouldn’t wear their new winter coats when the daytime temperature is going to be in the low 60’s. The tractor, still sitting out back from the weekend labor was frosted, the hay bales in the fields had the white glittering haze and even the grass, so it was a real first frost. Unfortunately, as the day wore on yesterday, I realized that I was coming down with my first cold of the year. Somehow, I have avoided the two the grands have already had, but this one came on anyway. Therefore, the peppers didn’t get picked. I haven’t been into the garden to see if they froze or if the plants just got burned, maybe later.
Sunday evening as eldest son was headed back out of town, we took the crew to a local Thai/Vietnamese restaurant in Blacksburg. Not wanting curry, I ordered a bowl of Vietnamese Chicken Noodle soup. It came in a serving bowl sized dish, broth with chicken, rice noodles, scallion slices, and a platter of Thai basil, cilantro, bean sprouts, jalapeno slices, and lime wedges. I ate about half of it, took the veggies from grandson’s Pho soup that he didn’t eat, and packaged it up for home. This morning, it was warmed and dosed with a hefty shot of Sriracha sauce and eaten for breakfast to open my stuffy head. Then I remembered having made a homemade version of Fire Cider in July and strained it off and took a shot of it too. An Echinachea tincture is being taken twice a day, this cold isn’t going to get me down if I can fight it out. Fortunately, other than stuffy, I don’t feel bad.
There are no photos of the glittering frost, as the sky lightened, thick fog rolled in.