Despite the sobering remembrances of another 9/11, I’ve declared 9/11/12 a holiday at Balsamea, in honor of our first frost coming four days earlier than the average (9/15) AND it was not merely FROST, but ICE! I had a zillion tiny puddles of ICE on the roof of the car at 7 AM (in the shade). Solid enough that I could not move them without considerable force.
Every year I look forward to First Frost day as the launch of my favorite time of year: from now to the end of December, and often all the way to February.
So despite all the effort going into multiple drafts of deeper posts pending here and elsewhere, among a thousand other things life wants me to do for myself, I had to drop everything and say YAY FOR FIRST FROST DAY!!!
One of the ways I celebrated was with a little campfire until 8 AM. One of life’s greatest gifts is the pleasure of feeding a little fire on a chilly morning as the sun reaches the point where it sends rays zapping at hard angles through the trees, catching your campfire smoke in dazzling arrays. Didn’t have the camera with me this morning, but there’s one from another time if I can find it.
The Balsamean 