Rippling grass and chilly temperatures

Yesterday the wind was rippling the grass in the old horse pasture like hair on shaggy dog's back. It whirled and swirled and changed colors until it was almost iridescent as the grass showed its pale green stem sides and then its purplish seed heads. I spent a few minutes on my sitting porch (a very bare and bereft sitting porch as the plants are still all indoors due to threat of frost) and watched the wind tease and tug at it. It was a never ending spectacle punctuated by the zig zagging of the mockingbird and a few passing starlings and I liked it. So I took some pictures and you can kinda sorta see what I mean.



Alan says we did have frost in spots night before last so I am glad the plants were tucked into the living room or covered with towels and doggie blankets (I even put my favorite polar fleece work jacket around Grandma Peggy's old snake plant and then put that on top of the scion of Grandpa Lachmayer's old snake plant. I should have brought them both in but it was getting dark and I was getting about done with what I could do in a day. Anyhow they are both fine as is the ancient burros tail, which spends every summer in the honey locust, which I completely and entirely forgot (smart, real smart).



***Update, Alan was right about the frost. One of the water cannas on the garden pond took a hit. Just the edges of the leaves were burned brown, but it sure must have been cold to freeze it inches above the water. Wow!