Here the heavy frosts have come. Almost every morning the goldenrod and grasses are stiff and white, and there is a disc of ice on top of the chicken water. The trees are all “in their colours”, one of the most beautiful times of year in Nova Scotia, since there are so many deciduous trees to blaze up in reds and yellows.
The garden is finished, and the greenhouse will soon have the winter tenants move in. The dog is finally comfortable in his fur coat after months of miserably slinking into shady corners, and the outdoors is naturally refrigerated. We have lit a fire more than once, to take the edge off a morning.
Now winter is RSVPing yes, and it’s time to get ready for her arrival.