Sharp waves, whitecaps and everything, at high tide this morning. This means water breaking over the seawall, and dogs leaping back in confusion. A black duck flew against the wind, a cormorant much faster with it. Hardly a seagull to be seen; where they go when it's too windy to fly and the water's too high for them to sit on the pilings, I could not tell you. Meanwhile, back in the little park near me, all the summer annuals have been pulled up, autumn pansies planted, and yesterday a huge number of holes were dug in rich new brown dirt and filled with armloads of bulbs. Tulips or daffodils? I don't know, but stay tuned. Spring is just around the corner. We just have that winter thing to get through, first...