I took a little break from the html coding and planted some double snowdrops that my friend Bub had potted up and given me on Thursday. Some people find the double ones grotesque, but I appreciate their intricate beauty. I decided to plant them near the variegated pagoda dogwood, which I hope is still alive. Bub also tucked in a few pushkinia, and I planted them in a corner of the Birthday Garden.
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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