But now, with the rain a grey memory, the skies are deep blue and the sunshine warm. In the shade, it's a different matter.
We were running errands in New Westminster; mid-afternoon, along the old "Antique Row", I dawdled in the wasteland beside the railroad tracks, waiting for Laurie to make his purchases. Here, parking garages and blackberry-tangled fences filtered the sun, and the morning frost persisted:
Old railroad ties.
Iron bars. Rails, maybe?
Nothing stops hawkweed!
And, along the edge where the sun shines, it's still summer:
Common stork's bill, I think.
I poured hot water into the birds' bath to thaw it out. I forgot to empty it in the afternoon. It's now frozen into a 1 inch thick slab. My poor birds! (They do love their baths, even in icy weather.)