Freak hailstorm today.

All morning I drank tea continuously and kept cartoons on for Ella for way too long so I could read Mary Karr. (It is one of those books where I start scribbling down the really lovely lines but then it starts to get ridiculous and I realize that if I were to write down every nice line, I'd be copying down the whole book, so I just sigh and go on reading, hold the book up to my chest every now and then as if it could soak into me.)

I picked two white and two purple hyacinths. They are in a vase on the windowsill.

I took a photograph of the cat in a rectangle of sunlight on the floor and then accidentally deleted it.

I will be singing with my friend Dean this Saturday night at the Kelowna Folk Club, and doing a solo show here - on their lovely grand piano - on Friday April 23nd.

Despite the hail, there is Wysteria blooming on various sides of the yard and I feel as if I might burst forth into song like they do in those old black and white movies because I made it through the winter in one piece.