Late morning— finally sunny and warm in Cambridge. This is the first day it feels like winter really is over, not to return. I can’t imagine a frost after today, but it’ll probably happen anyway (Farmer’s Almanac says April 27th will be the last).

Dropped Karl at the T, to go to the bus, to go to New York, to go to JFK, to go to San Francisco (all flights from Logan were full). Standby travel officially deemed not worth it. Then to Harvard Sq. A short visit to the Harvard Book Shop showed no sign of Christopher Alexander’s new books. I need to try before I buy.

Sat on the sunny deck with Whitney and a big bowl of fruit salad and our small selection of plants for this year’s garden (just deck boxes and pots). Moved potting soil around. Washed my bicycle. Took a nap. Very satisfied. Next week is full of activity and deadlines, but it all seems distant.