I just came back from a short evening walk.  It's so beautiful out tonight--shadows painted with low-hanging leaves catching the last rays.  Curiously quiet, with occasional far-away cheers and clapping from a softball game in the park.  All the gardens are spilling flowers after the rain, Santa Barbara daisies are my favorite--little pink and white flowers always exuberant and joyfully plain.  Satin, riotous California Golden poppies are everywhere--in traffic cirlces,  front yards, vacant lots--the only beautiful thing-- and in the cracks of median strips-- bursting out like silky little banners announcing that summer is on the way.

I'm glad to be home.

Seattle was great--very fun classes with great people.  Great visit with Gary McAvoy and dinner with his friends John and Sadie,  talking until too late at night.

Anders earned his yellow belt and came over to tell me Sunday morning.  Augie said his first sentence, Mo  oh  pease.   More orange please.

Two one-minute calls with Sigrid--we both are too busy to talk!  Mother and daugther!  We have to be telepathic now.  

Longer talk with  Fumiko in Japan, hearing the latest plans for later in the year.  Very exciting. Things unfold at their own rate.