Jack Frost used a heavy hand on Sunday, here at the farmette.
A light, freezing rain coated everything in sight.
Even the forgotten apple couldn't escape nature's icy touch.
Though we awoke to ice, it didn't slow down too much activity around Smalltownland.
As we progressed through the day the ice melted and rain washed it all away.
"Life is only a flicker of melted ice."