Spring has well truly arrived here in Dublin. The weather is lovely and the snowdrops, crocus, narcissi and daffodils are blooming to brighten our lives.
I found this sweet little spring photograph on the internet. |
Changed the dresser for Spring, clean and bright. |
Which reminds me! I was introduced to Emily Dickinson's delightful poem "Hope" by my Son, while he was learning it at school, and it remains one of my favourite poems to this day.
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
that could bash the little Bird
that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land
and on the strangest sea
Yet, never in extremity
It asked a crumb of me.
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