The first frost came as a surprise, the autumn days had been warm, sunny and clear. When we walked to the bottom of the garden to feed the chooks, the grass crunched underfoot. The dark pond had kept its heat and steamed up a strange miniature cloud of fog that was surrounded by sharp white rushes and long dry grass. The dog looked surprised when his ball skidded frictionless across the lawn, and we decided it was time to order the firewood for winter.

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