Our enclosed porch is pretty drafty and faces west, which is where the winds usually come from. I can’t imagine it being more than 5 degrees warmer than outside, which these days is getting below zero at night. Then again, I’ve never stuck a thermometer out there and checked. At any rate, there is a broken window right now which makes all speculations moot. I am getting cabin fever pretty bad. Does anyone know of good websites for sheer gorgeousness of floral photography, sort of like the Internet equivalent of a coffee table book? I do have certain books that I like to look at in the winter just because the photographs satisfy the deep hunger for color that I get this time of year. Maybe I’ll compile a list and share it.
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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