Day One Hundred One 2013

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke








Hark! the hours are softly calling
Bidding Spring arise
To listen to the rain-drops falling
From the cloudy skies
To listen to Earth's weary voices
Louder every day
Bidding her no longer linger
On her charm'd way
But hasten to her task of beauty
Scarcely yet begun.
~Adelaide Anne Procter

Day Eighty Nine 2012

God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther
Our little pink dogwood tree is blooming this year for the first time ever.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven

Red berries on the Dogwood tree were a stand out this gloomy afternoon.