We are supposed to get our first snow of the season tonight and tomorrow morning with accumulations of an inch or more in the higher elevations, which is where I am. The first snow always evokes a lot of conflicting feelings in me. I have to face up to the fact that I am not going to get all those fall chores done. The gardening season is over and there is no more opportunity to catch up, finish up, cross it off the list. On the other hand, I can let go of all the oughts and musts, and look forward to deep garden dreaming for the next several months. There’s never a garden so perfect as the one that’s in your head, the one you will have–someday. Now I tackle all the indoor oughts and musts, all the neglected household chores that were laid aside to garden. I live a lopsided life.
In the end, this may be the most important thing about frost: Frost slows us down. In spring, it tempers our eagerness. In fall, it brings closure and rest. In our gotta-go world–where every nanosecond seems to count–slowness can be a great gift. So rather than see Jack Frost as an adversary, you could choose to greet him as a friend.
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