Out for a stroll with Little Sprout and the two hounds this morning I was enjoying the breeze and the bright sunshine when I realized that nature is celebrating right along with me.
British Poet Sir William Watson (1858–1935) described it best:
| April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! - Sir William Watson (1858–1935), British Poet |
Today April was laughing, gently shaking delicate, spring petals from the trees in mirthful confetti. Tomorrow will April weep her girlish tears? I think there are thunderstorms in the forecast later tonight and tomorrow. Funny how some things play out.
Threats of rain aren't deterring hungry ladybugs from eating up aphids. Petals wafting down around this lucky "lady" feast add to the fortunate air of the morning.
And here is Little Sprout delighting in being outside in a romper and bare feet instead of sweat pants, socks and shoes. Petal-fetti falls down around him.
All in all, a fine start to the day!
