Tuesday, November 15

I go to check the post and find a letter in the mailbox. Since I have not found one there in weeks, I react more like a lucky fisherman than might seem sensible. Yes, I shout, I have caught one!

Midday has come and gone but the ground still has frost and the air now has hints of snow in it. I could not fairly claim that I can see snow falling but nonetheless in the cold air I can see occasional flakes flutter by.

I walk back into the garden and get out my phone/camera. I photograph several patches of moss and grass that the Frost Man has decorated.