after the storm

Sipping homebrew ginger pear kombucha, confirming tickets for Oslo-Kiev and Kiev-Prague. There was hail last night, solid dandelion clocks, leaving the garden pocked with a thousand holes, deep enough to plant carrot seed. We're down to three kittens (from five) and when the night sky flashes heat lighting--in April--tempers are bound to be irascible. At least mine was. See the sun now, though? Birds must have short memories, or else... how are their lauds so forgetful?