The first snow has fallen here in the North country. And, finally, the first frost this morning--31 degrees--which had the effect of freezing the wet snow.
Beech leaves have been beautiful this past week--apple green in the understory, changing to shades of yellow-golden above eye-level, topped off by coppery tan above. Now snow encrusts leaves and branches.
The pale green beech leaves almost fooled us into feeling spring, yet now their aging is truly apparent.
Friends in their 60s and 70s, who seem young at heart, nevertheless wrestle with their aging bodies. A 53-year-old friend has terminal cancer.
The end of harvest season gives us the opportunity to pause and reflect on our own end-of season as wintry frost creeps up on us.
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