Not quite snow

Hard frost today. Angus is limping and late so I drive him down the track, peering through the small window of visibility that I scrape in the windscreen.

I work at the kitchen table and leave the office to the apples. After lunch I have a call with Sebastian in Colombia. It's 25 Celsius there, year round. We climb above freezing in the early evening. It has given up trying to snow, and we get rain and wind instead.