Dear all, Covered by snow, plants and greens are hidden, it is so cold out there, still, a small bird sings sitting on a twig by the frozen window (sorry, difficult to translate – Song: “I sne står urt og busk i skjul”, lyrics: B. S. Ingemann, 1831, melody: J. P. E. Hartmann, 1866.) We are more than halfway through the winter - here is February's newsletter.