Geoffrey Charlesworth told me this story. A visitor to his garden asked Geoffrey what all the rows of labels sans plants were for. Without missing a beat he replied that they were tombstones for mice the cats had killed. Judy in New Jersey where May seems to have arrived in place of March. As I drive around I see Magnolia soulaniana is in bloom, cherries (Okame I think), forsythia. Galanthus came and went before I had my fill of admiring them, ditto Leucojum vernum. Frittilaria imperialis is well rising, as is its odor. Typical of gardeners everywhere I'm now worrying what summer will bring - heat and drought?