Tuesday, April 1:
A warm spring day. We spend a long time in the garden; R. at work, but also out of doors a lot. In the evening, since I have a sore throat and R. must not overexert himself, we play whist with the children. During the day the Sistine Chapel.
And so the days pass by! What it is that illumines them I cannot describe, only hold the “fair and calmly contemplated wish” tight within my breast.