A jackdaw is giving a speech in a birch tree. Seagulls are back in the town, I heard them singing too on Friday over the market place. Bicycle is washed and shining. It felt like flying last night with the first trip over the hills pedaling.
A small bear cub is awake for the spring. He is a birthday gift for a small boy, ordered by his parents from me. This bear cub has been playing a long time with the spring already, starting to bloom branches himself too.
This Sunday could be a day to bake something soft, salty and round. Have you been baking something lately?
From a yellow sofa, cross-legged, tea-handed and happy-minded I wish sweet melodies for your Sunday!