Christmas this year was owls and turtledoves and books and yards of ribbon, cold turkey and salad and chocolate straws and cherries. Ginger beer like champagne and christmas kisses (but no mistletoe) and gold edged tea cups in pink boxes and absoloutely perfect.

I am sitting in shadows and eating chocolate biscuits because it is too bright outside. The sun singes the leaves and makes the pavement hot to run on. Patch and I watch L’Ecole and I tie ribbons in my hair. My christmas tree has white leaves with gossamer film. It doesn’t snow here, it never [...]