frost-ripened

Updated: September 15, 2025

The chestnut burs had all opened; the wild grapevines, clinging to fence rails along the roadside and twining in drooping profusion over the trees in wood and thicket, had long ago been robbed of their glistening, dark clusters of frost-ripened fruit.

Mary Addams Bayne - Crestlands: A Centennial Story of Cane Ridge