The chickens have taken to the garden bench this year. It’s the place to be, especially on warm afternoons. I wonder if they’d let me sit with them and listen in on their gossip.
Every day something new is blooming. You look at flowers and there are an infinite number of shapes and colors and fragrances. All of nature is like that. Different, different, different. Try something new. On days like this, it’s hard to look at a computer screen. It’s so much better to be here and see this.
