Every magazine has those subscription cards bound into them. I find them annoying, and I usually tear them out as soon as I can. Fine Gardening used to be different, though. Their bound-in subscription cards used to have a perforation close to the binding, so that they could be cleanly torn out. Not only that, but they always had a pretty picture between that perforation and the one for the cards themselves. The end result was that, if you tore carefully across both perforations, you would wind up with a nice looking bookmark that you could use to mark your place in the magazine and whatever you read after that. But no longer. It’s a small thing, I know. All right, in the scheme of things, it’s teensy, miniscule even. But I always got a little fillip of pleasure at being able to scavenge a halfway decent bookmark out of an annoying every day situation, and now I experience a bit of disappointment every time I see the aggravating card won’t come out cleanly. What can I say? Simple minds have simple pleasures. Or had them.
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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