Yesterday I worked at my desk all morning, took a break to vote, then edited for a couple more hours . . . and then I went outside and started raking mulch off my front garden beds. Everywhere, green spikes!--crocuses, daffodils, tulips, hyacinths. The peonies are thrusting up their red fingers; sorrel is greening; columbine is unfolding its tiny complicated curls. I meant to go for a bike ride, but I was too entranced by spring.

Last night we got a little rain, and today will be windy and warmish. I forgot, in Harmony, that anyone could love March.

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. . . and now a brief word about the election.

My preferred candidate is apparently not popular, for reasons that, to me, seem entirely sexist. However, this election is too important; I will not waste time holding grudges.

At heart I am a progressive. However, I worry about the leading progressive candidate's undisclosed health records; the fact that he seems, on the surface, unconcerned about verified Russian interference in his favor; the peculiar support that Trump is giving him via tweet; and what seems to me the likelihood that the GOP is preparing to release sleazy information that will sandbag him if he becomes the chosen Democratic candidate. Also, he doesn't appear at all willing to compromise nor does he work with other people easily.

The leading centrist candidate is a bumbler, a throwback, a regular old cog in the machine. However, he seems to terrify both Trump and the Russians, so that's a big plus. I'm interested in how well he's suddenly doing in the primaries. Does this mean that moderate Repubs are re-registering as Democrats in order to vote? If so, that seems to be a sign that he has a chance to beat the man who must be beaten.

In 100 percent good news: Maine's anti-vaxxers were solidly trounced at the polls.