Saturday and Sunday, I spent quite a bit of time out looking for our missing cat, Lucky.
I was pretty beat down by Sunday afternoon.
I had come to some resolve about it, and needed to take an emotional break.
I took the chicks out in the yard, for only the second time in their month long lives.
It was finally warm enough for them to be out.
As I lay there, them dashing away from me, and then dashing back into safety, I soaked up the sun. I thought about how many different colors of yellow they are right now. Yellow is such a happy color. When I was a little girl, the sun was always bright yellow in the corner of every picture I ever colored. Even pictures I drew of snow scenes.
The color yellow was my salve on Sunday. The sun was out, and the chicks hovered close by.
Lucky was many shades of yellow as well. That was one of the many things that made me like him so.
August, taking a bath.
"I heard something, did you hear something?"
"You got any snacks in that thing?"
"Is it safe to be this far away? Will you watch for hawks for me?"