it's absolutely freezing here - a pleasant change from steamy Ohio - reminding me of the words of Mark Twain [aka Samuel Langhorne Clements] when he memorably said that one of the coldest winters he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco
outside in the [nearly] full moon the magpies are warbling just to keep warm
but in here my feet are lovely and toasty, thanks to my delightful friend Jo whose parcel arrived today all the way from Nelson NZ
inside the parcel were a pair of absolutely gorgeous hand-knitted socks in exactly my hoof size.
i suspect they may be staying on overnight...