Sunday, December 4

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Garden, 11:50


This morning deep frost covers the garden and feels crunchy underfoot. The temperature feels as though it has dropped sharply again. I take the compost out and notice that the composter has a complete covering. The piece of wood that holds the lid down in the wind looks especially interesting.

After brunch we will do the cleaning that we didn’t do yesterday and then collect Naa from work and go to see Irma’s father.

Naa will come back with us to eat, I will go for a short walk, and Irma will drive Naa home in the evening.