And over these wheels, is where I reside in the winter.
I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch, and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Goldfinch, goldfinch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wistarea sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!" Louise Driscoll
Isn’t it a lovely thought, Jackie?
Wouldn’t it be nice, even if it was just for a while.
Have you all voted?
Kat, I was thinking this morning “if only it was this easy”. I’ll keep praying.
Dave, thanks for the reminder. I got off here this morning without doing that.
Peace — one person at a time.
Quilly-Sister, wouldn’t it be wonderful? I don’t think it’ll happen in my time, but maybe someday.