The wood anemone score:  0-0.  So much for that.

Most of the water plants have been removed from Bethesda Fountain.  Here and there, sunken tubs of water lilies remained, their greenish-yellow leaves floating on the surface.  At the southern end, 2 plants still sported white flowers.

The park was cool, the rolling gray clouds threatening.  More than 30 minutes went by before my first dollar.  Two men bundled against the weather stopped to listen.  One of them, it seems, owned 5 ukuleles, yet he would not take my uke to show me what he could do.

Chatting about the kind of music he played, he mentioned that he and his teacher were working on “Five Foot Two.”  I sang Dean Martin’s “Making Love Ukulele Style,” as an example of my repertoire of ukulele novelty songs.

“And you have a good voice too,” he said

Two 20-something women walked by.  “Have you got time for a hula today?”

With a little encouragement, one of them, from New York, put on a lei.  The other, from England, would have been content to take video, but her friend put a lei on her and pulled her into the dance.  They swayed to “The Hukilau Song,” laughing while they passed the camera between them.  The New Yorker gave me a buck.  The Englishwoman gave me two, saying, “That was fun.”

Toward the end of my set, a woman off the bench gave me a buck, wrapping up a $5 day.