2.24. Today, the first genuine spring day this year, I happily discovered it is true what they say, that you can predict my mood from the weather forecast.

2.25. Such a small thing, an eyelash, that brings my son back to me for a mother’s care.

2.26. A robin soars low across the garden, the daffodils nodding their heads in its wake.

2.27. Three friends sit together in the garden in the late afternoon sun, mourning the loss of the girl with the brilliant smile.

2.28. I enter the small shop and breathe in the familiar fragrance of books, enveloping me like the hug of an old, dear friend.

2.29 A redwood branch bends under the weight of a crowd of robins, bright red against the dark, dark green.