The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plowboy is whooping-anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
The rain is over and gone!
~~MARCH, William Wordsworth

I awoke to 19° this morning; that is unbelievably cold. It's warming up to 45°...a perfect Wednesday to enjoy another tranquil spot to sit, contemplate, and soak in the laughter.
DREAM...EXPLORE...AND DISCOVER!!

1 encouragements:
Hi Sarah! What a lovely, encouraging, relaxing post! Your children look so happy. New Hampshire is looking springlike as well...kind of. :)
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