Last sunday - definitely not this sunday - we were reminded that things do get better. I woke up to the sound of our woodpecker hacking away on the birch tree. Overnight hummingbirds had returned - fiercely guarding the quince when I tried to cut a few branches for a bouquet. It got warm enough for the chickens to seek shade for their afternoon scratch in the dirt, and for Gozu the cat to stay out hunting all night. The dogs finally got most their energy out racing laps around the yard. Floortje in relentless pursuit of Bunior's hind legs and of course her favorite: chomping daisies on the run! I worked on pots for most of the day, but Gus stole my camera and shot a few pictures.
