that that event found me dull & stupid.
     This window to the east is proving a fine thing. The other morning the fire siren awoke me at 3 AM and far to the east I saw the hideous red glow- hideous because I knew (it was raining) that this was no grass fire. (Geo. Marcha told me one this morning it was a house and garage; the family got out, but lost everything.)
     I digress - this window is a release. That beautiful moonrise showing the last crescent of the moon, with a faint dawn-light low against the horizon - takes place every month, and barring clouded weather is there to be seen; yet it is years since I have seen such a thing.
     After the rain yesterday, the sun comes out through the misty clouds warm and strong - all thoughts of painting scatter from my mind - the warmth & mildness are something too good to be true.
      The hepaticas open full and are in all their glory today, breath-taking in their loveliness. Wide open to the sun they are the embodiment of all that is pure and beautiful and innocent. In some ways, their blooming is the supreme event of the year in nature.
     A day or so ago, Sally same home and said her teacher scolded them sarcastically for not knowing in particular what crisis has arisen between the US & Mexico in the last few days, and in general for not reading the newspapers and listening to the radio news broadcasts. Such an attitude