Garden projects have moved forward a month. Pleasant today, but with sinister future implications for future weather cycles and evolutionary responses. My new solitary bee hotel hopes to attract pollinators. If you know any needing better accommodations, send them my way. Cycles of life on a macro and micro level. Spring coming, but my favorite old cat dying in next room. A neighbor got old and moved on, so now I am the old timer here. Young man cleaning out that house was a maker-type, so I gave him several old power tools, which felt right. Trying times, but life goes on.