All open.

The tulips on my windowsill are so eager, and encouraging, their green streaks making it all new again.

Today: back to Grantchester, where indeed there is honey still for tea. Around 2 p.m., I realized that today would be my Saturday.

This evening: walking to town for an organ recital, I was literally caught in a rainstorm, moving across town at its pace. Behind me, everything was clearing; over me, moving as I moved, falls of rain. It's not even self-deprecation to say so. I just left home ten minutes too early.