“Stop and smell the…frost?”

How quickly autumn is fading into the first reaches of winter! October in Nova Scotia this year has been so gorgeous that the first morning of a hard frost caught me totally off guard. As I rushed out to my Tuesday morning Bible study, I was surprised to see my car covered in sparkling white. The cool crisp air on my face made me thankful I had worn a little heavier coat. But where did I put my gloves?

In went the keys in the ignition…fan turned up high…defrost setting on…rear defrost activated. Searching the car for my ice scraper, I finally found it in the back of my trunk. I began to tackle the passenger side windows only to discover it was the kind you can’t scrape off without putting your whole body weight behind it. As the minutes ticked by I resigned myself to being late. We knew it was coming, but why this morning?

 

 

As I came around to the front of my car, the beauty I hadn’t seen on the shady side made me draw in a sharp breath. Behind me, the rising sun highlighted the exquisite etchings on the hood and windshield. At the risk of running later still, I grabbed my IPhone® and snapped a few pictures. I didn’t want to miss this magical moment that was ushering in a new season. I stopped to smell the frost!

I found the following poem and feel it captures my sentiments at this time of year,

 

November Morning

~ Evaleen Stein

 

A tingling, misty marvel


Blew hither in the night,

And now the little peach-trees


Are clasped in frozen light.

Upon the apple-branches


An icy film is caught,

With trailing threads of gossamer


In pearly patterns wrought.

The autumn sun, in wonder,

Is gayly peering through


This silver-tissued network


Across the frosty blue.

The weather-vane is fire-tipped,

The honeysuckle shows


A dazzling icy splendor,

And crystal is the rose.

Around the eaves are fringes


Of icicles that seem


To mock the summer rainbows


With many-colored gleam.

Along the walk, the pebbles


Are each a precious stone;

The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,

The clover jewel-sown.

Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle


Fills all the frosty air,

Oh, can it be that darkness


Is ever anywhere![i]

 

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As beautiful as that moment was,

One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple.” (Psalm 27:4, NIV)

 

Until next time,

Kathy

 



[i] http://www.celebrate-american-holidays.com/Autumn-Poems-III.html

 

[ii] http://blogg.dinstartsida.se/manorstyle/inlagg/1738380

November 5, 2013 - 7:54 am

Paula - Oh you got a lovely photo of it, I too was awe struck last week at the most amazing frost ‘feathers’ on my car. I thanked God in that moment for the beauty, if I choose to see it, that surrounds me every day! The poem was perfect.

November 5, 2013 - 10:18 pm

Kathy - Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did Paula!

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