Icy

A holiday, and cold up on the Hill today. Anselm spent part of the morning cracking all the panes of ice in the pond and back yard. He discovered a beautiful example of crystal growth when turning over the layer of ice on the surface of a bowl of rainwater left outside since the last barbecue (sometime in September).

Eliot was keen to get going somewhere, anywhere, this morning-- she had already spent enough time waiting in a stroller she'd pushed to the door-- and hurried Anselm along by finding him a pair of socks, digging up and laying out for him the shoes of her choice (matching her own new Converses; he ultimately elected to wear his usual pair, although he tried not to hurt her feelings), and locating and handing him his favourite fleece hoodie.