I'm falling in love with Felix Mendelssohn again. He's so happy, particularly on dreary days like today, which has come at the end of a string of dreary days. I'm not sure I've really seen the sun all week....

 Nevertheless, there's hope. Snowdrops are coming up in Scott's yard under the crab apple tree.

His cat Blanche remains disgusted with the weather--poised on a stepping-stone, trying to stay out of the wet grass. It was her idea to go outside....