The kids noticed the frost on the ground this morning, it was lovely despite our feelings of agony and pain at having to get up, get ready and get going for school. The white on the green was striking. I've been covering up my Morning Glories on the fence with an old blanket but this won't work for long, the edges of the glories are marked with the future.

Before something comes new, something else must die a frosty end. How to reconcile the flames of beauty, glory and short time? Each year they are more beautiful than the last even when the weather is not kind and they are small in response.

If you could keep them, freeze them as they are, the beauty would not be as striking, the absence and time in between is what we forget and cherish.