As I live in a sheltered part of rural north Bedfordshire in the UK, the extremes of weather tend to pass us by. So the least dramatic changes can cause excitement. It was a cold morning today and the ice and frost had created some new perspectives in the garden. It made me laugh to see that the windfalls which hadn't made it further than the wheelbarrow have been imprisoned in a thick layer of ice and the blackbirds have been bobbing for apples! The apples in a box in the greenhouse have been feeding the fieldmice. The glasses I kept for squinting at seed packets have finally disintegrated and why-oh-why didn't I untangle the twine at the end of the year?!