We have had beautiful sunshine for the last three days.
Every day I gather my wheelbarrow and the dogs and I head up the driveway.
The Indian Plum trees are starting to leaf out. There are tiny white flower buds encased in translucent green cocoons.
The bright sunshine illuminates the ferns growing along the forest floor.
It is very still.
I work all day making neat piles out of fallen branches.
The sun keeps me warm as I listen to the birds.
It's late afternoon and the shadows become long.
Sound carries from far away.
I hear the distant drone of a small plane, the piercing cry of a woodpecker.
I finish my work, wheelbarrow in hand.
The dogs and I head for home.
The end of another beautiful day.