I love the softness that the light has in winter here. That honey-like quality the sun has...

I went to the flying field with Bobby yesterday. More for a bit of peace and quiet than to share in his hobby - though I'm not admitting that to his mother, who thinks I am a bit lacking in the Tender Wife department.




We went for a walk along the river (beautiful) and then I sat in the car and read for a couple of hours while he and the rest of the club members played with their planes. Bliss.