Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 05, 2011
At last. The color green.
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Morning Visitor.
On our rare, sunny mornings so far this spring, this beautiful little dove has greeted me from a warm spot on the northeast corner of our porch railing. I sit peacefully and greet him back.
“And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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