I’ve been waiting for the first frost eagerly. It has been an unusually warm fall and has delayed my putting the gardens to bed for the winter. How can I kill blooming plants? But now that it has frosted, I can cut back the perennials and uproot the annuals without guilt. It is time.
This is a great time of year. I remember, growing up in Northern Michigan, those sunny fall days, crisp air, piles of maple leaves to jump into, the smell of wood fires keeping houses warm and cozy. I’m sure there were cloudy, rainy days, but I don’t remember them. The clarity of those sunny fall days stays with me, and the invigorating freshness of the cool air still energizes me. I am thankful for the frost and the memories it brings.