As I write this, I can hear thunder. It rained for all of five minutes. I looked at the radar for our area, and watched as the big red blob signifying heavy rain traveled from southwest to northeast–to the south, and then to the east of us. As best as I can tell, watching the swirling animated precipitation map, we got less rainfall just now than anywhere else in the county. No, wait! I hear rain again! I’m really supposed to be writing up a grocery list, but I’ll keep you posted.
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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