We ran out of wood, but Mr. Haslam had a beautiful dry load for us. We went for a walk yesterday and I did not have to wear a hat. Eben King diary (1873) refers to these February thaw days as "soft" days. A maple on our walk seems to have sprouted wings. The kitchen dooryard was filled with the tiny almost inaudible voices of a hundred gold finches. They are looking less drab every day, but we are not fooled by these days, snow is predicted tomorrow.