|Turl Street, Oxford|
|Stuart's fire and my chair.|
Packing window boxes with freezing cold soil is a chilly business. I've managed to get most of the planting done though, in between running back into the house to get warm, drink something hot, and then back out into the wind again. Luckily Stuart lit his first fire of the season this morning, so I can sit by his fire--and maybe my toes will finally warm up.