He puts his head round the studio door to say, “Look it’s only eight o’clock and dawn is coming.” One of the woefully small hyacinths in the window box outside our front door is beginning to open and I saw a woman carrying some freshly cut daffodils into the gallery yesterday. And the buds on the magnolia trees are beginning to show. Do I need more evidence? Can I not be heartened by it? I shall try. I promise.
A rich day yesterday. My soul was fed.
