Morning has broken
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word.
———Eleanor Farjeon

It was still dark when I first looked out into the yard this morning.  The yard was white.  “Snow!”  I thought.   The forecast was for frost, not snow!    It turned out it was only white frost on the grass – and on my windshield.  I scraped but the glass was still not clear enough to drive so, for the first time this year, I filled a pitcher with hot water and poured it over the windshield.   Everyone tells me I could crack the glass with this wonderful method, but in 45 years not a windshield has cracked.   When we ran a motel way back then this tip was given to me by a truckdriver.   It works very nicely.  Try it — you’ll like it.

The first hard frost is a harbinger of winter.   It speaks of the inevitability of the march of time.  I recall a neighbor with ALS (amyotropic lateral sclerosis) sitting on the porch in his wheelchair telling me — this must have been about twenty years ago — that I moved like a young person.   He could barely move at all and was attuned to the way people moved. Time has taken its toll.  He is long gone. He should see me now.  The slowed steps, the cautious turns, unable to walk a straight line, reaching out to steady myself if there is something to hold onto.

Way back in the beginning when God was starting this whole shebang, He said to an angel:  “I just created a unit of time that will be half-light and half-dark and keep repeating itself over and over until the end of time.”
“Oh,” said the angel.  “That sounds wonderful.  What will you do next?”
And God answered: “I think I’ll call it a day.”

And the days dwindle down –  to a precious few – September,  November – and these few precious days I’ll spend with you.
——–Jimmy Durante

I think I’ll call it a day.  But first I must dig up my potatoes.   I pray they are not frosted beyond repair.

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And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, a sixth day. Genesis 1:31