“On a cold, frosty morning…” are words in a Christmas carol that I like. I’m not rushing the season, but it was cold and frosty the other day. Several times a week we see neighbor Marla while we are walking and she is walking Albert before going to work. Frost decorated the road mirror in a whimsical design. I invited the others to join me in a selfie to record the moment.

The mirror enables the owners of the house behind us to see what is coming on the road. When a few more leaves fall, we’ll be able to spot our house through the woods at that point. The road winds around, hugging the mountain, and our dead-end street slopes toward the valley.

I wanted to see what our garden was like in the cold. Little did I know that we had a private skating rink for the birds under the pergola. Woodstock, the bird in the Peanuts cartoon, is the only one I know who would enjoy it.

Most of the rose petals had fallen, leaving behind lovely star designs. Some warmer afternoon, I’ll prune that bush and trim other plants for the winter.

The oak leaves will have the final word.