After an unseasonably warm start to the fall, I saw frost yesterday for the first time in months. It wasn’t the first freeze officially; I believe that happened on Thursday when the predicted 4 to 6 inches of snow turned out to be thin sheet of icy rain. But yesterday, the air was the crispiest of the season and the sun was out: a perfect day for a fall stroll. So M and I took a walk at our most frequented locale less than 2 miles from our house at Jackson Bottom Wetlands. The low November sun sparkled on the frost blanketing the millions of red and pink rose hips. And even the first frozen puddle of the season was poetically beautiful.
A group of birders pointed out a flock of tundra swans. For a place like ours that sees very little snow, it was odd to see birds so obviously built for the white landscape. The season had surely changed now. Thank you, fall, for being so magical.