Winter has come – at last. But I doubt if it is going to last longer than a day or two.
This morning there was a light frost – enough to put a layer of ice on my bassin – and a smattering of snow. The cold meant that at last the birds are coming to eat the food I offer. And perhaps the cocoons of the chenilles processionaires (dangerous for children and animals), which have recently arrived in my pine, may be discouraged from developing. As I write, the snow is blanking out all sight of the villages of Bréau and Serres.