3. He's a cheeky boy, that Jack.

We woke up to such a frost this morning, it almost looked like a fine layer of snow blanketing our garden.  The children found it enchanting, at least up until the time they came to squeeze cold toes into frozen shoes.

After I dropped them off at school, I walked along the riverbank on my way to the gym (the first time in [cough] weeks), and let myself relax into the gentle chatter of cloudless sky and placid wind, both asking so prettily for some attention.  I think that, in the distance, I may have even heard Old Man Winter tempting Spring back home in a sultry baritone. 

It made me laugh.  You know how easy she is.

Comments

[marianne]

That photo is just breathtaking.

[anna]

Hi

love yr description of old man winter and sultry spring - am in auckland and can definitely feel spring on the way.

you've sure got a way with words!

[LeeAnn]

Your word play in describing the seasonal transitions is wonderful. I clipped out a one liner in a book one time because it described fall trees are being schizophrenic.

[julia]

Wonderful photo and letter, Megan. Thank you.
In the south of France we're hearing fall knocking softly on our doors. He creeps in slowly, one tiny step at a time. You don't notice him one day but the next time you look the light is just a little more orange, the sun gone before you finished all the work in the garden.