“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...)
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