It’s been a strange Autumn so far; milder than usual and with bright, sunny days interspersed with murky, damp, dull days. These days have reminded me of an old nursery rhyme, the first line of which was “One misty, moisty morning”. It’s definitely been that. It’s also been cold. Cold enough for frost but we haven’t had any at all – until now!
The good thing about walking with a dog is that you get to be outside in all kinds of weathers – which can sometimes also be the not so good thing about walking with a dog! But on this particular day, I spotted the first frost of the year. It wasn’t everywhere, just in a few patches, but it still sprinkled the leaves with sparkles and made me smile.
I love the way that frost brings everything into definition. I wouldn’t have looked twice at these comfrey leaves, growing wild and mostly in a black and sodden heap next to the path., but the frost made me stop and look at the veins on the leaves and how the leaves themselves were frozen into particular shapes.
Neither would I probably have taken much notice of the direction that the sun creeps across the grass here; in not much more than an hour all the frost would be gone, the path would be less obvious and it would be just another green patch of grass.
As much as I love all the other seasons of the year, I think winter is my favourite. I love snow and frost. I love the beautiful shapes that frost creates on everything it touches, and I love the way that snow turns the familiar world into a different place, white and silent. I know that not everybody feels the same and that’s fine; the world would be a boring place if we were all the same, but I still can’t suppress a tiny thrill of excitement that this first frost means that winter is on the way.