…is not with us any more, I’m sad to say. I am of course referring to the mouseling. It was inevitable, and it’s been interesting seeing how darling daughter reacted. Much to her credit she insisted that the poor little critter be entombed in the fridge until the weekend, when we buried him under the Poinciana tree we planted outside my studio. Thankfully she didn’t insist on a full burial service and was tear-free, so Tiny is making his own unique contribution to our garden and we’ve had a very positive conversation about recycling!