Following a raw sunshiny day—when the channels in the ice were filled with sparkling running water—
Sunset time is romantic and reminds me of last years first trip to Brandywine.
Sunny and mild – true spring feeling. At dinner Bertha saw the first robin out back of the garage, and called our attention to it. A thrill. One snow-drop in bloom...
"...All morning the clouds, grey tipped with yellow raced across the sky, growing more scattered; the bending and swinging bare trees and winter weary fields and lawns were flooded with sunlight..."
Up early (7:30) -2° - sun brilliant – a cardinal in the top of the willow tree, facing the sun, singing continuously –
As I came out of the studio at 4:00, the blast of air that stuck me in the face felt so delightful and invigorating that all I could think was “How good it is to be alive, and experience Winter!”
I wonder if it would be possible to single out any one day—or event in a day and say "This is the first day of spring."
Evening M & H down for a game of rummy—
Snow patches under moonlight glows like phosphorous – At our feet the film of snow shines clear, there are a few weeds...