Sunday started in the yard. I pulled the last of the zinnias and turned under the soil. Cover crop, fresh hay, hot tea, wool sweater. Luke and I hiked in the afternoon, as is our custom. 40 degrees and a little snow. I was not properly dressed and began to tremble from the cold. My pants soaked through so I took them off in the car and gently rubbed my pink thighs while the heater blasted. Soup in the evening. Carrot and red pepper. Oh, the stock is just starting to boil. The kitchen doors are closed to keep in the heat from the oven. NPR. Bello is curled up on my puffy vest.