“O, it sets my heart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin
and the fodder’s in the shock.” ~James Whitcomb Riley
When I got up this morning to take my pooch Olive out for her walk, I noticed that there was frost on the pumpkin. Well, not literally “on the pumpkin” since we don’t have any pumpkins around, but there was frost on the leaves and grass. On a glorious, bright morning like we had today, I think the frost must just be the most beautiful thing going. It’s nature’s version of spangles and sparkles. Everything looks like it has been dipped in sugar. But it is also a reminder of what is to come…soon.
We got an early and unwelcome taste of winter this fall and the damage from that is still visible almost everywhere one looks. I will be glad to wake up some morning and not hear the now familiar sound of chainsaws being used in our neighborhood with folks still clearing fallen branches and trees. But even with that rude awakening, I am looking forward to enjoying a “normal” winter. This is my time of year. The cold, clear mornings rev me up and make me feel lucid and alive. So like James Whitcomb Riley, my heart’s a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock ‘cause the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock
(whatever that means...)