The first fall frost hit this weekend.
When I stepped outside, the wind was calm. White crystals covered the grass, the tree limbs, the fences. White stars dotted the sky.
The air smelled of basil.
I hadn't covered the prolific plants overnight, and the frost killed those plants that so love a warm climate.
But in their dying gasps, they emitted the sweet scent of summer that hung in the frosty air.