Today was a beautiful day. The air was soft and warm, it was sunny and mild. This was the kind of day that brought settlers from the Eastern seaboard and the Canadian border states to California in droves in the middle of the last century. The meteorologists' prognostications foretell no more rain for this winter (terribly dry) and above average temperatures (mirroring last summer's record setting highs).

Margaret and I pottered around in the garden, pulling weeds and cutting back the lantana. It looks as if the agave froze on the outside (the leaves are all brown and rotting) but the hearts of the plants are still green, so they will probably survive.

The windowsill tomatoes are 3 inches tall now. Not surprisingly, they are growing much more slowly than tomatoes do in the summer. At the grocery store I saw, amidst the potted plants for indoor decor, an indoor tomato flourishing in the plant and pottery section. The person who works that area said that it was her personal plant. The store manager allowed her to grow it there. She gave me a tomato to try for taste. Yummy.

I used my very painful knee as a reason to skip grocery shopping today. I stayed home with my feet up on the footstool and read instead. Does reading about meditation count as a meditative exercise?

Hope your Saturday was as bright and relaxing as mine.

Later: it's now 83 degrees, 5% humidity (dry, dry, dry). If it's not global warming, what is it?