How our baby has grown

These cold, bright days, full of sun and fresh air, lift the spirits immeasurably.

Everything outdoors sparkles. The sun catches the ivy leaves on the trees and turns them into silver coins; when the north wind stirs the holly, it glistens like gold.

The water in our garden pond is a mirror reflecting the sky, a blue infinity without a cloud, and our ‘domestic’ heron, dipping its head to drink, surely cannot but admire itself in its new feathers.