This morning I went out. It was kind of a dare to myself with such low temperatures. Strange, but it didn't feel any colder than it did a week ago, when it was possibly a good ten degrees warmer.
I took a couple of photos.
I like the shape of this tree.
When I got home, I caught my daugther doing something I've never caught her doing before. Walking round the house reading a book to herself. I say caught because, well, it's like that...
This was the book. 'This is the best reading I've ever done,' she said, grinning.
I couldn't remember where we'd bought it. She could. At the market in Amsterdam. Years ago. 'I was wrong to think I wouldn't like it.' Another grin.