Incipit

Yesterday was a cold, crisp day, with beautiful views of the mountains, all covered in snow. I spent the day in the back yard, cutting down trees, sectioning them, and putting them away as firewood.

I was reminded of this depiction of the month of December, one of Antelami's pictures of the months in Parma's Battistero:

In the afternoon, I went back into the house and ate a late lunch of red cabbage and garlic. And I thought: doing the works of the month and eating the vegetables of the season really feels quite good.