At last!

Yesterday's mild and ephemeral frost was trumped by a good -1C this morning. The property absolutely sparkled, as the sun moved around from behind the trees. 

While I hate feeling cold while I'm doing the regular morning tasks, it nevertheless feels right to be cold-fingered, cold-nosed and cold-toed. We need this turn of the season for the well-being of all.

Bean and I have retired to the study for the morning, with the potbelly stove blasting out luxurious heat. I'm catching up with emails and working on some art cards. Bean is sprawled in front of the stove - without needing a blanket for once. See the extra.