More unseasonable warmth. Not that I’m complaining—it worries me seriously, but complaining almost never gets anything changed and it certainly would not in this case. Other bloggers have reported heavy frost and snow, but none of that here. In fact, it’s supposed to go up to 70°F (21°C) this afternoon. We are in desperate need of precipita-tion, so every little bit of moisture is most welcome. And this morning there was beautiful, heavy dew. If it had been colder, it would have produced magnificent frost, but the millions of droplets clinging to the junipers and the fallen oak leaves that have become lodged in their branches and in the disintegrating blossoms of the snowball hydrangea were well worth close, early-morning study, as the golden rays of the sun lit them warmly from its low angle. A fine start to Sunday.