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