If ever you need a break, head out to a farmette where berries and cherries grow. On a day that starts out chilly, but then turns cheerful. (Even as the cherries are wonderfully sour.)
A place of flowers. Big flowers. With bees working harder than us mortals.
And of course, berries.
(The rest of my time was indeed spent on work. I’m hustling with schoolwork, so that I can take the week-end off. Off and away. To where serious quantities of berries and cherries grow. I think.)