I’m leaving with Maria for a few days and felt obliged to leave some beauty behind. It’s free and everywhere. See you.

When we got up, it was very cold. Zip was sound asleep in his leather-lined fleece as the sun rose. When I went to say hello, he was in bliss, kneading the fleece. We think he mostly sleeps in the woodshed; the warmth from the kitchen comes right up to the blanket box he often sleeps in. Flo did the same thing.