Friday, May 2:
The fine weather has returned. R. works on his score, which at first he finds difficult. One page is completed today. R. is much annoyed about the pamphlet, which is still not ready; I am worrying about the performance on the 22nd.
In the afternoon, with the children to the new house. The mayor is having a fine plane tree planted; the children watch eagerly. Blackbirds are singing, on a high chimney a stork on its nest. “This is happiness,” I think.
In the evening R. talks a lot about the Greeks, the Dorian state.