It always makes me sad to see the flowers after the first hard frost–so mushy and transparent. On the other hand, I get a little thrill at the thought that I don’t have to do yard work for several months. At my book group last night we were planning our books for 2011, and we were talking about March, and it made me realize that by the time we get to the March book, that winter will be essentially over and spring will be on the way–and that was a good thought!
Emily Dickinson put my emotions about frost into one of my favorite poems, and I like to sing it to the tune of “God Moves in a Mysterious Way.” When I establish my new church–the Church of Naturalism in the Last Days, this will be one of the hymns. Our scriptures will include the ones my friend Susan is writing–the book of Fallopians. Meanwhile, I’m working on Ecceselastics. I’ll be sure to let you know when we are ready to start taking your money!
Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at its play —
In accidental power —
The blonde Assassin passes on —
The Sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another Day
For an Approving God.