The first frost of November. There is a crisp chill in the air, winter is whispering that she is on her way. Little bodies need warm coats and little hands are forced into handmade mittens for the first time this season. My girl notices nature’s beauty before she even steps foot on the ground. The shimmer of the frost is mesmerizing – a tiny scattering of ice that has fallen on the leaves like glitter. She holds the autumn leaf in her hands like glass, fearing it will break. She studies it and memorizes the feel of frost on her fingertips. Oh, that fall would never end… the beauty is worth more to me than gold.