Frost, Arizona style

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I dropped the rent off at the office this morning, and then went out the front way, over the grass. There's something very strange, to an English eye, in seeing frost-traces on grass that's such a rich and tender green. This is the winter rye grass, seeded a couple of months ago and in its lush prime now, greener than any English lawn I ever saw; the footsteps before me had bruised it here and there and held the frost that had already vanished from everywhere else.