Wild Strawberries

No, not the Bergman flick. In my backyard, an area that has gotten mowed every year but this one because we have been too lazy. And now we get to reap the benefits of our laziness with those tiny magenta wild strawberries that each pack a punch equal to a carton of the store-bought ones.

And the birds that nested in the eave outside my office window had babies, and when I stand quietly by the window I can hear tiny cheeps from the nest. Jason peeked at them, he says they're still hairless, and basically lack the strength to do anything but open their mouths. The male bird sits on the handle of our rake and keeps a weather eye while the female bird flies back and forth to the nest with food. I spend a lot of time watching them.

Some days I really do believe it's as good as it's ever going to get.