First Frost (Encore)
Our story tonight is called First Frost and it’s a story about enjoying the sparkle of the first signs of winter. It’s also about a kitty watching the birds on a cold morning, pinecones scented with cinnamon, and something precious waiting to be found.
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Speaker 1 Welcome to bedtime stories for everyone,
Speaker 1 in which
Speaker 1 nothing much happens.
Speaker 1 You feel good,
Speaker 1 and then
Speaker 1 You fall asleep.
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Speaker 1 all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens.
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Speaker 1 You're training your brain and body to wind down, and the more often you do it, the faster you will fall asleep.
Speaker 1 Our story tonight is called First Frost,
Speaker 1 And it's a story about enjoying the sparkle of the first signs of winter.
Speaker 1 It's also about a kitty watching the birds on a cold morning, pine cones scented with cinnamon,
Speaker 1 and something precious waiting to be found.
Speaker 1 Now.
Speaker 1 It's time to turn off the light
Speaker 1 and put away whatever you are working on or playing with.
Speaker 1 Snuggle yourself down into the most comfortable position you can find.
Speaker 1 You might have an ideal sleep position that's tried and true.
Speaker 1 Get into it.
Speaker 1 All of this helps to signal to your brain that it's time to close up shop.
Speaker 1 I'll be here.
Speaker 1 My voice, a guardian in the darkness.
Speaker 1 It's safe to let go.
Speaker 1 So let's take a slow breath in through the nose
Speaker 1 and a soft sigh out of the mouth.
Speaker 1 One more like that. In
Speaker 1 and out.
Speaker 1 Good.
Speaker 1 First frost.
Speaker 1 It could have been any day this week.
Speaker 1 The temperature at night had been dropping closer and closer to it,
Speaker 1 and some of my neighbors had been pulling their pots of mums and decorative cabbages in from the stoop at night,
Speaker 1 hoping to make them last just a little longer.
Speaker 1 I'd thought about doing the same,
Speaker 1 but at some point, the frost would come, right?
Speaker 1 At some point, we'd have to let our autumn plants go and welcome the creeping lines of ice to our window panes and cabbage leaves.
Speaker 1 And this morning, As I drew back the heavy curtain from the front window,
Speaker 1 I saw that it had come.
Speaker 1 I looked closely at the window itself.
Speaker 1 The icy pattern curving at the corners of each pane looked like tiny ferns that had unfurled from frozen fiddleheads while I was sleeping.
Speaker 1 It is interesting how nature repeats herself.
Speaker 1 The plants in my window box,
Speaker 1 now replaced with these frosty counterparts.
Speaker 1 I looked out to the yard,
Speaker 1 blades of grass tipped with white and stiff with cold,
Speaker 1 and the gate at the end of the front walk,
Speaker 1 looking as though it had been draped with stringy cobwebs.
Speaker 1 As I watched, a bundled newspaper came sailing skillfully over it,
Speaker 1 and it thumped against my front door.
Speaker 1 I waved a friendly hand from the window at whoever had delivered it.
Speaker 1 But as I couldn't see them, I doubted that they could see me.
Speaker 1 I stepped over to the door to retrieve the paper.
Speaker 1 First
Speaker 1 twisting the deadbolt,
Speaker 1 then sliding the chain,
Speaker 1 and unfastening the latch.
Speaker 1 My silly row of door locks, which only existed
Speaker 1 because I very much liked the feeling
Speaker 1 of closing out the rest of of the world
Speaker 1 when I got home at night.
Speaker 1 Now,
Speaker 1 as the sun was rising higher,
Speaker 1 bright beams bouncing off my frosted window,
Speaker 1 I was happy to welcome it back in.
Speaker 1 I squatted down on the stoop
Speaker 1 and unrolled the paper.
Speaker 1 I'd noticed it getting thicker in the last few weeks as notices for holiday events and sales began to fill it out.
Speaker 1 I stood with it in my arms
Speaker 1 and looked out at the street for a few moments,
Speaker 1 letting the chill shiver up my spine
Speaker 1 and taking deep breaths of the wonderfully fresh cold air.
Speaker 1 I thought I might take a look at the paper first,
Speaker 1 then bundle up
Speaker 1 and walk through town.
Speaker 1 Sometimes,
Speaker 1 not often, but
Speaker 1 every once in a while.
Speaker 1 The frost will meet with warming air as the sun comes up,
Speaker 1 and a kind of cold fog will rise
Speaker 1 and catch in the branches of trees.
Speaker 1 I thought it might be one of those days,
Speaker 1 and I was eager to walk the park
Speaker 1 and see what I could.
Speaker 1 I closed the door behind me and shuffled in my slippers through to the kitchen.
Speaker 1 I laid the paper on the table and pulled up a chair.
Speaker 1 The weather was predicted to warm a bit as the day went on, which boded well for my outing.
Speaker 1 There was going to be a winter greenery market in the park in early December,
Speaker 1 and I made a mental note of the dates.
Speaker 1 Skimming the classifieds,
Speaker 1 I saw an ad I'd read a few times before
Speaker 1 about a ring that had been lost somewhere downtown
Speaker 1 between the movie theater
Speaker 1 and the stationery shop.
Speaker 1 I frowned at the two-inch high article.
Speaker 1 I didn't know who had posted it,
Speaker 1 who had been looking for that ring.
Speaker 1 But I hoped it would be found.
Speaker 1 I read the description again.
Speaker 1 Yellow gold,
Speaker 1 an emerald,
Speaker 1 a few small diamonds, a family heirloom.
Speaker 1 I refolded the paper
Speaker 1 and stacked it neatly on the table and went to get my coat.
Speaker 1 We stopped to look into the small room at the back of the house, whose floor to ceiling bookshelves were stuffed with novels and snow globes and picture frames.
Speaker 1 On her bed, on the window seat, seat,
Speaker 1 my old gray kitty was curled up and watching the birds at their feeder in the backyard.
Speaker 1 I rested my hand on her side
Speaker 1 and whispered that her bowl was full
Speaker 1 and that I'd be back in a bit.
Speaker 1 I could feel the thrum of her purr
Speaker 1 through her soft fur.
Speaker 1 She flicked her tail once, and I leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Speaker 1 She allowed it, then turned her green eyes back to the window.
Speaker 1 I pulled on my coat and hat
Speaker 1 and stepped back out the front door, pulling it tightly behind me.
Speaker 1 It wasn't bitter out,
Speaker 1 but it was cold, and I was glad to find gloves in my pockets.
Speaker 1 I went through my gate
Speaker 1 and turned on the sidewalk toward town.
Speaker 1 The frost was thick,
Speaker 1 coating fence rails and mailboxes and planters.
Speaker 1 At the green grocer on the corner,
Speaker 1 I stopped to look at the bins of delicata squash
Speaker 1 and long stalks of Brussels sprouts that were set out.
Speaker 1 In a bushel barrel propped by the door
Speaker 1 were large pine cones scented with cinnamon heaped into a pyramid.
Speaker 1 Across the street at the diner
Speaker 1 the booths were full
Speaker 1 and I could see a waitress setting down a tall stack of pancakes in front of a smiling customer.
Speaker 1 I walked further,
Speaker 1 feeling my body warming up with the exercise.
Speaker 1 At the entrance to the park, I stopped at the kiosk and bought a coffee.
Speaker 1 The man inside was well wrapped in a long scarf,
Speaker 1 and as we chatted, he poured my cup
Speaker 1 and pointed to the small heater going at his feet.
Speaker 1 First morning I needed it, he said, handing the coffee over to me.
Speaker 1 We told each other to stay warm,
Speaker 1 which is as common a greeting as good morning around here in the wintertime.
Speaker 1 And I walked into the park.
Speaker 1 The sun was reflecting on the pond,
Speaker 1 which was still full of a paddling of ducks.
Speaker 1 Most were out on the water,
Speaker 1 unbothered by the temperature,
Speaker 1 their bright orange feet pushing them around from one end of the small lake to the other.
Speaker 1 There were a few other people walking the paths,
Speaker 1 though almost no one was stopping to sit on a bench today.
Speaker 1 Better to keep your blood pumping.
Speaker 1 Past the lake, there is a broad, open meadow,
Speaker 1 with just a few trees scattered around.
Speaker 1 And sure enough,
Speaker 1 they looked like they were draped with clouds.
Speaker 1 Thick, cold fog clung to their branches.
Speaker 1 I sipped my coffee.
Speaker 1 It was strong and almost bitter and delicious.
Speaker 1 I walked closer to one of the trees.
Speaker 1 I wanted to see up close
Speaker 1 what it would look like
Speaker 1 if, as usually happens, it would seem to disappear as I neared.
Speaker 1 The grass around it was still white with frost
Speaker 1 and sparkling in the sun.
Speaker 1 When I stepped to the base of the tree,
Speaker 1 I looked down
Speaker 1 rather than up as my shadow blocked the sun,
Speaker 1 and saw among the white blades of grass a glint of green.
Speaker 1 I wouldn't have seen it if the frost had not painted the landscape with ice.
Speaker 1 I squatted down and brushed aside a few frost covered leaves, capping what seemed to be a squirrel's hidey hole.
Speaker 1 Yellow gold,
Speaker 1 an emerald,
Speaker 1 a few small diamonds,
Speaker 1 a family heirloom.
Speaker 1 My smile was sudden and huge across my face
Speaker 1 as I reached down and dug out the ring.
Speaker 1 I even forgot to look up and learn the secret of the fog
Speaker 1 as I carefully pocketed the precious thing on my way home to answer a classified ad.
Speaker 1 First frost.
Speaker 1 It could have been any day this week.
Speaker 1 The temperature at night had been dropping
Speaker 1 closer and closer to it.
Speaker 1 And some of my neighbors had been pulling their pots of mums
Speaker 1 and decorative cabbages in from the stoop at night
Speaker 1 hoping to make them last just a little longer
Speaker 1 I thought about doing the same
Speaker 1 but
Speaker 1 at some point
Speaker 1 the frost would come right
Speaker 1 At some point we'd have to let our autumn plants go
Speaker 1 and welcome the creeping lines of ice to our window panes and cabbage leaves.
Speaker 1 And this morning,
Speaker 1 as I drew back a heavy curtain from the front window,
Speaker 1 I saw that it had come.
Speaker 1 I looked closely at the window itself,
Speaker 1 the icy pattern curving at the corners of each pane.
Speaker 1 It looked like tiny ferns
Speaker 1 that had unfurled from frozen fiddleheads while I was sleeping.
Speaker 1 It is interesting
Speaker 1 how nature repeats herself.
Speaker 1 The plants in my window box
Speaker 1 now replaced with these frosty counterparts.
Speaker 1 I looked out to the yard,
Speaker 1 blades of grass tipped with white
Speaker 1 and stiff with cold.
Speaker 1 And the gate at the end of the front walk,
Speaker 1 looking as though it had been draped with stringy cobwebs.
Speaker 1 As I watched,
Speaker 1 a bundled newspaper came sailing skillfully over it,
Speaker 1 and it thumped against my front door.
Speaker 1 I waved a friendly hand from the window at
Speaker 1 whoever had delivered it, but as I couldn't see them,
Speaker 1 I doubted that they could see me.
Speaker 1 I stepped over to the door to retrieve the paper,
Speaker 1 first
Speaker 1 twisting the deadbolt,
Speaker 1 then sliding the chain
Speaker 1 and unfastening the latch.
Speaker 1 my silly row of door locks,
Speaker 1 which only existed
Speaker 1 because
Speaker 1 I very much liked the feeling of closing out the rest of the world
Speaker 1 when I got home at night.
Speaker 1 Now,
Speaker 1 as the sun was rising higher,
Speaker 1 bright beams bouncing off my frosted window,
Speaker 1 I was happy to welcome it back in.
Speaker 1 I squatted down on the stoop and unrolled the paper.
Speaker 1 I'd noticed it getting thicker in the last few weeks,
Speaker 1 as notices for holiday events and sales began to fill it out,
Speaker 1 I stood with it in my arms
Speaker 1 and looked out at the street for a few moments,
Speaker 1 letting the chill shiver up my spine
Speaker 1 and taking deep breaths of the wonderfully fresh, cold air.
Speaker 1 I thought I might take a look at the paper first,
Speaker 1 then bundle up and walk through town.
Speaker 1 Sometimes,
Speaker 1 not often, but
Speaker 1 every once in a while,
Speaker 1 the frost will meet with warming air as the sun comes up.
Speaker 1 the frost will meet with warming air as the sun comes up.
Speaker 1 And a kind of cold fog will rise
Speaker 1 and catch in the branches of trees.
Speaker 1 I thought it might be one of those days,
Speaker 1 and I was eager to walk the park
Speaker 1 and see what I could.
Speaker 1 I closed the door behind me and shuffled in my slippers through to the kitchen.
Speaker 1 I laid the paper on the table
Speaker 1 and pulled up a chair.
Speaker 1 The weather was predicted to warm a bit as the day went on,
Speaker 1 which
Speaker 1 boded well for my outing.
Speaker 1 There was going to be a winter greenery market in the park in early December,
Speaker 1 and I made a mental note of the dates.
Speaker 1 Skimming the classifieds, I saw an ad I'd read a few times before
Speaker 1 about a ring that had been lost somewhere downtown
Speaker 1 between the movie theater and the stationery shop
Speaker 1 I frowned at the two-inch high article
Speaker 1 I didn't know who had posted it
Speaker 1 who had been looking for that ring
Speaker 1 but I hoped it would be found
Speaker 1 I read the description again.
Speaker 1 Yellow gold, an emerald,
Speaker 1 a few small diamonds,
Speaker 1 a family heirloom.
Speaker 1 I refolded the paper
Speaker 1 and stacked it neatly on the table
Speaker 1 and went to get my coat.
Speaker 1 I stopped to look into the small room at the back of the house,
Speaker 1 whose floor to ceiling bookshelves were stuffed with novels and snow globes and picture frames.
Speaker 1 On her bed on the window seat,
Speaker 1 my old grey kitty was curled up and watching the birds in their feeder in the backyard.
Speaker 1 I rested my hand on her side
Speaker 1 and whispered that her bowl was full
Speaker 1 and that I'd be back in a bit.
Speaker 1 I could feel the thrum of her purr
Speaker 1 through her soft fur.
Speaker 1 She flicked her tail once,
Speaker 1 and I leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Speaker 1 She allowed it,
Speaker 1 then turned her green eyes back to the window.
Speaker 1 I pulled on my coat and hat
Speaker 1 and stepped back out the front door,
Speaker 1 pulling it tightly behind me.
Speaker 1 It wasn't bitter out,
Speaker 1 but it was cold,
Speaker 1 and I was glad to find gloves in my pockets.
Speaker 1 I went through my gate
Speaker 1 and turned on the sidewalk toward town.
Speaker 1 The frost was thick,
Speaker 1 coating fence rails and mail boxes and planters.
Speaker 1 At the green grocer on the corner, I stopped to look at the bins of delicata squash
Speaker 1 and long stalks of Brussels sprouts that were set out.
Speaker 1 In a bushel barrel, propped by the door, were large pine cones scented with cinnamon, heaped into a pyramid.
Speaker 1 Across the street at the diner, the booths were full,
Speaker 1 and I could see a waitress setting down a stack of pancakes in front of a smiling customer.
Speaker 1 I walked further,
Speaker 1 feeling my body warming up with the exercise.
Speaker 1 At the entrance to the park,
Speaker 1 I stopped at the kiosk
Speaker 1 and bought a coffee.
Speaker 1 The man inside was well wrapped in a long scarf,
Speaker 1 and as we chatted, he poured my cup
Speaker 1 and pointed to the small heater going at his feet.
Speaker 1 First morning I needed it,
Speaker 1 he said,
Speaker 1 handing the coffee over to me.
Speaker 1 We told each other to stay warm, which is as common a greeting as good morning around here in the wintertime
Speaker 1 and I walked into the park.
Speaker 1 The sun was reflecting on the pond,
Speaker 1 which was still full of a paddling of ducks.
Speaker 1 Most were out on the water,
Speaker 1 unbothered by the temperature,
Speaker 1 their bright orange feet pushing them around from one edge of the small lake to the other.
Speaker 1 There were a few other people walking the paths,
Speaker 1 though
Speaker 1 almost no one was stopping to sit on a bench today.
Speaker 1 Better to keep your blood pumping.
Speaker 1 Past the lake,
Speaker 1 there is a broad, open meadow,
Speaker 1 with just a few trees scattered around,
Speaker 1 and sure enough,
Speaker 1 they looked like they were draped with clouds.
Speaker 1 Thick,
Speaker 1 cold fog clung to their branches.
Speaker 1 I sipped my coffee.
Speaker 1 It was strong
Speaker 1 and almost bitter
Speaker 1 and delicious.
Speaker 1 I walked closer to one of the trees.
Speaker 1 I wanted to see up close
Speaker 1 what it would look like
Speaker 1 if,
Speaker 1 as usually happens,
Speaker 1 it would seem to disappear as I neared.
Speaker 1 The grass around it was still white with frost and sparkling in the sun.
Speaker 1 When I stepped to the base of the tree,
Speaker 1 I looked down rather than up,
Speaker 1 as my shadow blocked the sun,
Speaker 1 and saw among the white blades of grass
Speaker 1 a glint of green.
Speaker 1 I wouldn't have seen it if the frost had not painted the landscape with ice.
Speaker 1 I squatted down and brushed aside a few frost covered leaves,
Speaker 1 capping what seemed to be a squirrel's hidey hole
Speaker 1 yellow gold,
Speaker 1 an emerald,
Speaker 1 a few small diamonds,
Speaker 1 a family heirloom.
Speaker 1 My smile was sudden and huge across my face
Speaker 1 as I reached down
Speaker 1 and dug out the ring.
Speaker 1 I even forgot to look up
Speaker 1 and learn the secret of the fog
Speaker 1 as I carefully pocketed the precious thing
Speaker 1 on my way home to answer a classified ad.
Speaker 1 Sweet dreams.
