"The days tumble with meanings. The corners heap up with poetry."
Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk
I think spring must be that much more beautiful for those of us who endure the long winter. I don't think June has ever looked so good. May Lilacs, Rhubarb, Peonies, little feet running through the grass, my usual spring "nesting" projects around the house. I have been writing songs, and August is talking more. His voice is so sweet... I will often wake to hear him first thing in the morning singing in his crib. My little songbird.
