Today Rome woke up solidly white, playful, quiet, calm...so much snow to fill with enchantment a normally neurotic and rushed city. My garden looked perfect, immaculate: no traces of the works and of the poor lawn... The medlar tree in the neighbouring garden had acquired an interesting pose, all bent by the wind and weight. So I dedicated a few minutes to the dark areas, with a Tombo pen held lightly. I could have done better but my feet were freezing!