February 29, 2012
A free day. I’ll try to think of everything done today as a gift from the calendar.
The vet called and I brought home Titus’ ashes in a pretty wooden box. I’d always buried cats in the yard, but this is better, for I don’t feel bad when the snow falls and the rain penetrates and they not having time to get used to things underground. Plus, it is an inexplicable comfort to have him there on the mantel, present at least to the imagination.
Daffodils abloom, studding a purple carpet of crocus. I think it is late enough that I can stop worrying about the blossoms being premature. After a while you must simply suppose that the flowers know their business.