We took a short walk on what was yet another sunny afternoon, visiting the horses on a nearby farm. We returned home, and I continued my chicken soup effort—real chicken soup mind you, made of bones and lots of vegetables. A big task, but it pays back with flavour, plus interest. Later when I brought in some washing I saw the moon and her halo. I wish I had my own shrub with red branches so I could use them for ikebana. The end.