Sometimes I get so giddy about Nature’s music that I forget it’s not a concert but a serenade.
Threw spring a tea party, Sun was first to arrive; wouldn’t you know it, last to depart. I’ll take my time sharing, but couldn’t resist, look at the sparkle he stirred in my tea.
Golden weekend wishes!
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹.
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌,
I thank You God for most this amazing day
For the leaping greenly spirits of trees
And a blue true dream of sky
And for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes