It may turn chilly again or even snow, but spring is definitely here. the early daffodils are blooming, the crocuses that have been in bloom for weeks are fading but the larger ones are opening. The witch hazel has been gorgeously yellow for weeks also. The first of the peonies has thrust up scarlet probes. Three tree peonies have fresh looking buds. The birds are in their mating plumage, goldfinches particularly. I’m starting seedlings in the storage room. When they sprout, they go into the bay window or directly out to the greenhouse. Today I need to start more tomatoes, maincrops, mostly heirlooms. Then we need to get outside and clear perennial beds. Also I need to do some pruning, including the first attack on the overweening wisteria that wants to conquer the world. It’s a Trump of wisteria, overrunning everything around it. It has already killed off the Siberian Iris and the monarda that dared grow near it.Woody finally ordered me a new 4-drawer cabinet for my own office. I have had a hideous green cabinet I bought when I moved hefre in 1971, used. it has taken to getting its drawers stuck so I can’t get it open. Wednesday when I came back from the meeting of Friends of the Council on Aging, a large box the size of a refrigerator sat on the porch. Friday morning, Woody managed to get it upstairs. It was heavy and a real struggle. I’d taken all the files out of the hideous green cabinet and they are piled all over my office. He got rid of the h.g. cabinet at the dump where someone quickly grabbed it. In Wellfleet, everything remotely usable gets recycled at once into someone’s possession. My office is still full of files. I filled a big lawn bag with discards. I am hoping to continue going through the files before putting them away, probably a few tomorrow [today is too good to waste indoors] but most of them Monday with Dale. We had Dale and Stephen over last night. I cooked a great dinner. Woody served Trader Joe’shors d;oeuvres and I made a Spanish bean salad, a roast beef cooked perfectly and scalloped potatoes. Dale contributed a torte de miele. A great dinner! We’ll have leftovers tomorrow. Woody has to go out to a WOMR party tonight and we’ll eat lightly beforehand. My office is an unbelievable mess. I can barely get to the computer. Every surface is covered with files as is the floor. I can’t even get to my cell phone, totally buried. I’m hoping I can get back to writing on Tuesday, but it remains to be seen. Our lawyer is coming over on Tuesday afternoon for us to update out will. We haven’t touched it in maybe fifteen years? People have died by then or moved out of reach or whatever happens to friends over the years so that you can no longer help them or depend on them, as the case may be. We have put it off and put it off, but we can’t delay any longer with that long trip looming in April.