Monday, April 28, 2008

Spring to Summer, in the midst

I have a couple of new journal pages to share with you this week. This first one is reminiscent of a visit with a lovely Oriole.

We were both enjoying the sweetly aromatic scents of blooming trees wafting upon the breeze. "The air is in the midst, I think,
And scare knows which to be -
Whether all fragrance, clinging close,
Or bird-song, wild and free."

1 comment:

Lee W. said...

love the oriole- I'm still waiting for ours to appear.