Sunday morning. We are greeted with warm sunshine, an interlude before Winter reasserts itself in a day or so.

The sun has all melted, the animals are pretending to graze, Zinnia and I went out for an early morning walk around the pasture, this is becoming a morning ritual.

Maria and I are heading for Stockbridge Mass to see Maria’s work on display at the traveling Tiny Pricks Project, a material record of President Trump’s most memorable quotes.

Stockbridge is only an hour away, we should be back soon after lunch. I think I’ll bring Zinnia.