Magic. Love.
Helping making soup.
A blackbird flew into the tree house. Caoimhe thought it was a mother looking for her egg that Timo found on the ground below the tree house.
First broad bean harvest, the bumbles managed to do some pollinating, should have had 10 times this amount, better than nothing of course and they were delicious.
Timo made himself a bike ramp. He later had a dump of limestone chip to work with, he made a gully in the pile and jumped it.
