Air temperature 35 F, wind west about 6 mph, sunny. Marathon Day in Boston, along with a ball game. I will react to current trends the way I usually do, by taking a walk. Maybe some more yard work, if my aged body will support such toil.
One of the many forsythia bushes on my morning's route *may* have its first blossoms opening. Yellow spots among the brownish gray. Our personal forsythia doesn't look like it will put out much color -- buds look like leaves, not flowers. No cat friends, no mockingbirds mocking.