Sunday was sunny and mild ~ and just perfect for a long walk into Georgetown. It was like emerging from hibernation: watching people venturing out into the sun, peeling off heavy coats, and sipping lattes at outdoor cafés. Dare I hope, a sign of things to come?
Saturday was a jumble of church rummage sales and used book stores, which yielded (among other things) a book on old silver for the gentleman, and two more volumes of John Burroughs for the lady. The latter including, most appropriately, a copy of Signs and Seasons (1886).