January 28, 2021

Terrible, bitter, windy weather mellowing into afternoon brightness, though the wind is still strong.

Renewed by the success of ODN, I set about gathering all the poems which are any good and which have not been collected into a collection. I have filled a volume and I am not yet out of the D’s. 

Bluebirds thronging my trees. If I could figure out what they’re eating, I’d plant more of it.