We spent a melancholy weekend here, as I expect most people around the world did, heartbroken and subdued by the news and images coming out of Japan. I feel quite at a loss for any words. Andy had several days off so it was just good to be together. I woke him up and told him my dream this morning, and it was a sad dream.
We went to the plant nursery yesterday (where I took these pictures in the greenhouse with the phone) to get some flowers for the front-porch pots. It's a bit early still — only mid-March, of course, and frost is still a possibility for some time — but it just felt good to be around the flowers and the green and the smell of soil. Our big plum tree is in bloom and our yard is freckled with petals and a sweet scent. It is always the first thing to bloom every spring. We bought flowers and planted them in our pots. We went out several times late yesterday afternoon to look at them again, and again into the evening, too.