I’m not feeling too bad. The Cazalets, still stuck in pre-Pearl-Harbor 1940,  certainly suit my mood of sadness and anxiety. Everything here is pretty well done, and everything last-minute inscribed upon lists. Rachel rang up, very sympathetic.  Archie came this morning. 2476 steps. The weather is, as promised, improving somewhat and the garden is unbelievably beautiful, with all those different greens as the trees come into leaf, and the rhododendron bank in full splendour.

 

I’ve knit myself a bit further forward on the second Pairfect sock, and mustn’t forget to take it along tomorrow.

 

Here is somebody – it should be Joe and Becca’s daughter Ella – in her hap shawl:

I hope to have lots of photographs and adventures for you when I reappear or the 8^th or 9^th of June.