...this morning. High of about 7. (Seven Come Eleven) Barometer very high, but now slowly dropping.

Pax and I took quite a long morning walk with the temp just above zero, but that was in bright sun before the wind kicked up. He didn't seem to mind it at all, but then his coat is long and shaggy. I found it tolerable, bordering on painful.

On our afternoon walk we passsed this young red oak, which still has its full compliment of last year's leaves. It will be interesting to see when they drop, for surely they will before the new buds open (sometime, one might hope, in the not-too-distant-future).

This afternoon, back from the Aquatic Center—and the walk with Pax by the leafy oak, I was sitting at the computer, working on my nature anthology when I heard the sound of music floating up from the lower level, where Sue is making great progress on her leaf-themed wall-hanging. Singing while sewing—not a bad way to spend a wintery afternoon.