The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven— All's right with the world! Thanks for the lovely pictures and the thoughts they bring.
The year's at the spring
ReplyDeleteAnd day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven—
All's right with the world!
Thanks for the lovely pictures and the thoughts they bring.
Thank you! One of my favorite poems.
DeleteShe turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbour: "Winter is dead." - A.A. Milne
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and much needed!
ReplyDeleteEven social distancing can't keep us from appreciating the outdoors - thank you for your efforts and as always for sharing!
ReplyDeletePerfect !
ReplyDeleteWe will get through this !
Just what we all need right now. Thank you!
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ReplyDeleteand simply wonderful.
thank you Muffy. xo
Does anyone know the name of that ground covering? It's fantastic.
ReplyDeleteI think it’s vinca, perhaps?
DeleteSimply Beautiful!!! Thank you for always lifting my spirits with your lovely photos. May I inquire to the author of the 1st poem,
ReplyDeletethank you
Such a great way to start the day. Thank you so very much for everything!
ReplyDeleteWow. Gorgeous! Thank you
ReplyDeleteMaryAnne