May 13, 2020
This morning there was a mean frost, a frost so sharp and hard that at about three o’clock it felt like a weight had been lowered. The sheep gathered into the next field woke and became restless as it fell and I woke to feel the chill descend through the glass close to my bed as the heat was drawn out. Under the blankets, I settled back into a warm cocoon and drifted back to sleep. The birds woke late today; when the sun rose, they settled close to the house in sheltered corners, scratching and warbling to each other.