Here's how the garden boxes are coming along: arugula up, bok choy seedlings thriving. Beyond them is the new flower garden.

Peas are thick; radishes and lettuce are sprouting; strawberry plants are peeking out among the tulips. Eventually there will be a cucumber under that trellis.

Sun today, patchy frost tonight. I've written seven little diary poems thus far, and later today I'll trudge off to the archive in search of more material. I've been doing classwork/writing/editing manuscripts/writing/cleaning bathrooms/writing/weeding/writing . . . the little poems are seeping into everything.