Zélie, she sits.

 Lucy talks with Grandma.

 Otto and Minty giggle and run.

Brent lifts our neighbor in the tractopelle.

That green shutter that blew off in the Gascon wind has been brought down.

Brent moves a bag of feed for the chooks.

At the end of the day, Brent and I reflect or fall asleep. Sometimes a bit of both. We’ll think, “oh yeah, we got that done. cool.” Then we realize that happened today. But it felt like yesterday. The days are packed. The days are long.  The sun is shining so all is right.