My brain has been taken over by gardening catalogs. I am ashamed to say how much time I have spent looking and figuring. I usually scorn cook’s garden because of the Park’s connection, but I want the Borlotto Pole Beans and the Erbetta.
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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