March winds—ice-breaking weather, with a ripping north blow, heavy gray clouds, and snow squalls. No matter to the rhubarb, however, as it likes spring weather. Clouds blown away by evening.

The green manure seeded in the garden has yet to show any enthusiasm. I was thinking a touch of rain might work the seeds in, but no rain since planting except for last night’s shower, which did nothing. Looks likeI might need to rake seed in some more, since the neighborhood birds are miffed that the feeders are down.

Morning helping—hanging with the boys. We are getting to really know each other. Evening devoted to basketball.