We’ve been sick for a week, the smallest one and I, stuck with the stubbornest, nastiest cold I have ever encountered. Coinciding with the first real snow this winter. We haven’t been able to enjoy it properly, but watching it from the windows is not that bad. On Monday, M. and I were in the garden for a bit. He jumped around and I swept the snow from the greenhouse roof. We’ve had several broken panes from strong winds and want to avoid more of them breaking. There were tracks in the garden from many birds and some from what I think is a fox. I thought the fox (which used to have a path through our back garden) had disappeared and I’m kind of happy to have it back.