Finally, last night it arrived. The big one. The killing frost that left everything in its wake black and dead. I was relieved to wake up and see the frosty glitter cover every bit of our green lawn. I was relieved to feel my skin prickle during my morning walk. I was relieved to smell the cold and know that winter is on its way.
The warm weather was a guest that stayed too long. It’s pleasant company froze my initiative, lured me into complacency and kept me from embracing chilly weather’s challenges and delights.
Now that the cold’s here, I can look forward to the smells of the Thanksgiving meal mixing with wafts of frigid air when company arrives. I can look forward to December 21 when the days start getting longer again. I can look forward to snow days and cinnamon rolls. I can look forward to looking forward to spring.
My begonias are black now instead of vibrant pink and red. I should pull them tomorrow, It’s time to move on.
