Jack Frost nipping at your… toes?
The town was painted with frost this morning, pretty as a picture in the sunlight. Indeed it was a photographer's delight painted in diamonds and dew. Driving down 93 was pure delight in the beauty of the county in fall.
Speaking of fall, I stepped onto the front porch to fetch the newspaper. My feet shot out from under me and I was flying. It was a hard landing on a soft spot - my derrière. Contemplating the cloudless sky from my landing strip on the stairs, a leaf drifted onto my head.
It's fall in Huronia. Watch your step!