The First Frost of the Year

The first frost of the year arrived this morning, heavy and hard to scrape due to the fog that had settled under the Cedar branches. For some reason the only ice scraper I can ever find is the one so badly warped that it only clears two small half-inch strips at a go. Takes a long time to clear the window that way.

The fog made for a dramatic sunrise this morning on my way to work though. Hanging low over the bay making the whole sky the color of peach sherbet. The fog was so thick that you could look straight into the sun without squinting.

The mill is barely humming this morning, which is just fine with me. I spent every night this weekend staying up far later that anyone with kids should. I did manage to get the garden cleaned out finally, picked up the remaining bricks that the older boy left in the yard and did some raking. Ike hung out in his stroller watching and laughing every time I put another sunflower stalk in the yard waste container. Afterwards, when our hands and noses were red with cold we went back inside and sat in front of the fire. This year, that’s just about Ike’s favorite place to be. Watching the flames dance and pop as he kicks his legs talking to the fire like it understands him.

The older boy spent both days at different birthday parties: Saturdays being at a bowling alley and Sundays being at old friends whom we met at our first baby class before he was born.

It made for a quiet weekend around the single wide I tell you what and though it was nice for a change I wouldn’t want it to be permanent or anything. When the first frost of the year arrives you want to be around someone you can put your cold feet on. Someone you can put your cold feet on and they’ll love you just the same.