Monday, April 18, 2011

FLEETING

Spring is always poignant because nothing stays.  It must be caught and appreciated on the wing, for soon it will be gone. (May Sarton) 

It seems really a shame that the glory that is spring is so fleeting.  The weekend was sunny and warm, with birds singing in loud chorus extolling the virtues of just being alive.  Today dawns gray and cool and I find myself already missing what I know will return soon.  So I took my camera and went hunting for the things that will remind me.  Such fun!  And now I can settle in again for a while.

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