The weather is congenial. It is so easy to feel the warmth. All the uncanny troubles go away by a simple expedient. One of taking an inert time to admire the grafts of flowers. And that from a relaxed position. Sprouts of blue, green, red and some colour I can not quite figure. Mountains are far and the view is vivid. On my mind is the most wanton coterie of memories. I submissively attend. I have never felt any more easy on life. It is so easy to forget who started all this change in her world around because she was the most natural power to endow life with grace.