The first frost was late this year. In early September the temperature dropped to the mid-teens (about 60F) and stayed there. The leaves hung half-fallen from the trees, the grass kept growing and the medlars fattened. Yesterday we finally had the first frost. As is the way of things, a frosty night usually means a brilliant winter morning and we were rewarded with a beautiful sunlit frost pattern across the skylights. Welcome, Winter. We have prepared your place in the garden. Be good now.