"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils."
~ William Wordsworth~
Oh, April has rolled in on a glorious note! Clear skies, a freshening breeze, and abundant sunshine. Slow but sure, the little finches that frequent my feeders are trading their drab brown feathers for cheerful yellow coats. Dogwood branches blush deep red and there is a flush of color at the top of the maple tree. And the sky is the brilliant, clear blue of spring!
My joys this month include:
The lilting song of the robin…
The smell of soil warming in the sun…
Silver pussy willows growing in the field…
Bright green chives, always first to come ‘round…
The trilling of frogs in the marsh…
Doves cooing in the eaves…
And the bright yellow flash of daffodils…
“For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Early Work Mercantile
Take a peek at my Early Work Mercantile page where I've listed two antique pincushions (including the teeny, tiny one shown here) and two antique samplers!
Flea Market Finds
I had every intention of updating my Flea Market page today, but decided to postpone it for a bit. Like so many of you, we are under a “Safer at Home Order” and I prefer to not make too many trips to the post office. For the time being, I have taken my Flea Market Finds pages offline. They will be back up and running with fresh new finds as soon as possible.
I was conflicted about what to write this month. In the end, I decided to stay my usual course by sharing sweet verses and pleasant thoughts, hoping it brings you a few moments of peace and calm in this anxious time. Until next month, my friends, know that I am thinking of you and praying you stay well.