Frozen veg - sprouting broccoli leaf
The sky remains clear, permitting a frost which night by night penetrates the soil with its fingers of cold, so every morning the ground is harder and takes longer to thaw. Shaded by the cottage, the dull powder of trampled frost lay unchanged all day in the back garden and ice on the water-butt is thickening. The sun is strong though and after a dawn which infused the East with a fleeting crimson, departing through mauve and watery pink, the rotting bench before the house exuded tendrils of steam, where only 20 minutes before it had been encrusted with ice.
Despite the radiator in G’s room, it is rather chilly by the morning. In response Em has cocooned our little boy in fleece baby grows, sleeping bags, blankets and covers, but despite the amount of bedding the grub nestled at its centre seems quite content, sucking away at his middle and fourth fingers as he dozes (a trait apparently inherited from his mother). At the risk of sounding like an over enthusiastic parent we fancy that G is attempting his first words. ‘Gog’ seems most popular, applied to Treacle with an excited toothy grin, especially when he sees her for the first time in the morning. Then there is ‘dada’, used occasionally when I play with him and make him laugh - sorry mum!
Dinner
Beef casserole with mashed potatoes followed by apple crumble and ice cream. We had our main meal at lunchtime with a friend in Iden. We supplied the casserole and she the rest, a relaxing meal totally removed from our usual surroundings.
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