It is now 50+ degrees warmer than it was a few days ago and the snow is cannonading off the roof like thunder. Finally relinquishing its hold on the trees, it is dropping off in showery gusts. This is a relief as a crystal thaw has been forecast. Trees heavy with snow, then coated with slush and finally thick ice become brittle and dangerous. It breaks my heart to see the yard snapped and crushed, or to have to use a chainsaw to get to town, so I am cheering on the melting. The greenhouse has been suffering too, joints snapping in the cold and snow’s weight. I will probably re-do the construction in steel this spring when I have it apart to re-skin. I am researching kits and parts now.
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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