March 13, 2018

Father’s birthday. He would have been 99. Bitter, blustery, snowy outside. My voodoo lilies remain under their shielding barrels.

I think I am going to do the unthinkable and turn down Yale. 

Bruce and Robin here for supper last night, and to plan their trip to Ireland. I made a sensational blackberry cheesecake. Bruce brought a jar of narcissi and hyacinth which now perfume the room. My peach and nectarine are in bloom, unless this bitter cold ends their career.

Planted yesterday’s cherry tree. Tony the lawn man chatted with me while I did so.