There's still snow out there, but only in lumps and bumps along the curbs. In one day of rain, everything else has melted away. Now the gardens are hunching under their thin ratty winter coats; and between this afternoon's meetings, I hope to find time today to rake a bed or two, to welcome the spikes of garlic, hyacinth, tulip, crocus, scylla hiding in the leaf litter.

My sap is beginning to run.