Another quiet day in Vermont . . . into town to grocery-shop with my mom . . . an afternoon of card playing with my dad . . . a walk through the fields . . . then I made dinner (salmon, asparagus, caramelized onions, roasted potatoes) and we watched a terrible Cary Grant movie called Mr. Blandings Buys His Dream House. This morning I'll be heading back to Portland with a small batch of vegetable seedlings (cauliflower, cabbages), eggs from their hens, an oregano plant . . . little tokens of country spring for my city homestead.

I've got a lot of work waiting for me, as per usual. According to T, the cat is in a terrible humor. Certainly I'll be happy to stay in one spot for a few days. I'm tired of being on the road.