5:26:02 PM

Clear and sunny to start. The clouds look warm, fluffy, inviting –
warmer than we are, at 42 degrees. By the end of the day a light
overcast.

If March is a month of mourning, April is a month of hope – faint,
furtive, suspenseful. If only we get a little rain, and a warm sun.
If only the rabbits, the deer don’t eat all we have, things might
just turn out alright.

This feels like the real start of the year for me.