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Phenological notes . . . 

The soil is as dry as dust and I was watering flowers that I had transplanted out of the herb garden. A hummingbird, first of the year, came to flit along the spray and drink from a stray purple blossom, but whether he wanted nectar or a drink of water I couldn't tell.  And two of the little plum trees that I planted began to blossom.

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