Like everybody does, sometimes I lose my way and get discouraged with the state of the world. And that is when I especially need to remember my camera and my backyard. Because there are good things there, I tell you. All of the good things.
Like, a broody hen--the sign of spring among chicken keepers everywhere.
And, a boy hunting for "magic crystals" (and finding them, even) amongst the chat and weeds.
And my sweet roses (the roses my babies' placentas are buried under) putting on a particularly beautiful show in this rainy weather.
And my girl and her creatures. As I've said a million times, I almost always see Sweet Husband in this one. But the love of baby animals? That, my friends, is 100% my daughter.