As quiet as a whisper or the rustling leaves on an olive tree, Spring might just be bustling into being sooner than I thought. Was I dreaming? Wrapping my jacket about my waist, breathing in the sun. It was only for a few hours and yet something under has begun.
I hush to listen, straining to hear.
Sending a cloud bouquet in hope for a wonderful weekend ahead…
…and in tribute to former Mayor Ed Koch, who was the essence of New York.
Lovely! And I hope you're right but it snowed last night here and although I haven't been out yet, it looks cold again today, if it is at all possible to gauge the temperature by sight alone! Wishing you a serene Sunday!
Not every day is a Billie day and yet when you find her on a day that is…it doesn't get much better than that.
Thank you Jackie! Need to get caught up on your blog…
Thank you lovely lady, wishing you the same…
I spoke too soon, Shelley. A huge Mistral has picked up and it is colder than ever!!!
Quelle perfection in Sky and Sound.
#sigh
Off to find her tracks on the laptop to listen awhile longer.
*wavingfromlosangeles*
I think we are all ready for a quiet whisper, or that ol' groundhog's shadow to alert us to the fact that spring isn't far away. Lovely photos, Heather!
I hope the weekend has been lovely for you, so far.
xx
It can't be called warm, but the weather is definitely better than it has been. One can almost believe spring might happen…eventually.