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.

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