Mid-afternoon, the sun shines directly onto our indoor flowers; the light is special and beautiful. I sometimes think the animals understand holidays, not because they speak our language, but they are sensitive to the moods of their humans. Some people try too hard on holidays, as I often did; some take a deep breath and year for quiet and rationality.  I go out and search for photos.

The afternoon sun from the South, shining on a windowsill.

I thought for a second the sheep had gathered to play poker or a game of bridge. My imagination drifts off like that at times.