I bought a flower for my hat.
On Leap Day, I took the dog to Front Park in a light snow, and we ran into Beaufort there, with her Willy and her Sam. The dogs perambulated B. and I talked herbs, gardens, dreams.
Since the bronchitis, I've been staying at home, pondering, more than going out. I long for Spring and long walks. Will start seeds soon.
I read Cormac McCarthy's The Road, blocking out Dumbo showing on tv for the Pearl. I just can't handle Dumbo. Post-apocalyptic story with sad ending? Yes, as long as I don't have to see elephants crying.