season of frost

Another beautiful day. Finished stacking the wood pile on Sunday. When you get to the final few pieces, the mice that have been living there scurry away. There are seasonal signs of the times which are small but momentous. The other day there was frost on the windshield. Had to haul the ice scraper out of the trunk of the car, and there was the sound of scraping the windshield for the first time in a long time.