All is well in my little world.
I have been busy working in the studio, I stopped what I was doing and went to the doorway and looked out. There are birds everywhere. They are on the ground foraging for seed, up in the trees they are rustling the limps, and in the bushes they are hopping branch to branch. The sound of spring, of hope and promise this is the song that fills the air, and I wonder are the birds singing in Japan?
I am reminded today to be grateful for all that is good in my life.