


Vanessa and Warren have been salvaging what they can from the damaged shops.




The stock they have managed to save is damaged and covered in a thick film of dirt.



These two squirrels have been so brave.
Vanessa sent me this little bluebird brooch for my birthday (which is on Monday). It made me think of her journey over the past few months, and the way she rises above all the hard times and stays joyful and optimistic, as she always has been.
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
- Emily Dickinson

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