It was the first day in a long time that it was warm enough for me to tie the baling twine onto the gate post. I’d saved the twine up and had a big knot of it that needed untangling.
Zip as usual thought it was all about him. He stood under the twine playing with it, like a kitten with a ball of yarn.
I made two big braids from the blue baling twine. They represent the the cold spell we are just coming out of.
