birthday

and a warm day it has been. I've been writing and arranging texts and printing and panicing: stupid me, always getting to these soups. I'm not going to explain, the history will condemn me! Anyway, the bird-cherry is in bloom and makes the air fragrant. And we had a swallow in the house. This time only for some ten minutes. A year ago it took two days to get one out. Last week there was a chaffinch in the atelier: it was calm and I took it in my hand and bye, bye little bird. We schould have nets covering the open doorways... some day, when...