Not that we normally entertain, but somehow Pesach feels especially isolated this year.  Even if I had hordes of family or friends around to invite, I couldn’t.  I can just imagine how strange it will be for folks for whom it’s usually a major gathering, as it was meant to be.  Nevertheless, time to go slave in Egypt, making my superior drunken Charoset and so on.

I planted marigolds, zinnias, and assorted sunflowers this morning.  I hope to be able to look out my office window one day soon and see masses of flowers.  For now, I’m always pleased to find any new specimens, however tiny or common.  I’m especially excited about my native columbines reseeding and blooming this year.