Today was grey and wet – not rainy, but with the chilly, endless drizzle that makes you feel like you know what the inside of a cloud is like. No wind, just damp, and a whitish overcast sky. We pruned the apple trees anyway and I hope it wasn’t a bad move; crossing my fingers our trees will stay clear of rot and mold. K. insisted on a heavier pruning than we’ve done before and I agree with him, but that doesn’t mean doing it isn’t an anxiety-inducing thing. I was cold and happy to go inside when we stopped.