The wind is from the South.

"Hark, I hear a robin calling!
 List, the wind is from the south!
 And the orchard-bloom is falling
 Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
 In the dreamy vale of beeches
 Fair and faint is woven mist,
 And the river's orient reaches
 Are the palest amethyst.
 Every limpid brook is singing
 Of the lure of April days;
 Every piney glen is ringing
 With the maddest roundelays.
 Come and let us seek together
 Springtime lore of daffodils,
 Giving to the golden weather
 Greeting on the sun-warm hills."

 - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song

..there's a promise in the wind...just listen..

Art-Berta Lum-Wind Sprite.


Mapi said...

Oh Dutchess wat is dat toch met ons twee.
Gisteren plaatste ik een paar mooie zinnen van Lucy Maud Montgomery bij mijn blogbericht, toeval ?

Love you

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

And I have a lot to listen to, because the wind is coming our way in form of SNOW. Yes, more snow today stacking up to many inches. But I'm listening, yes I am!

LOVE TO ALL dearest Dutchess!

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

I just wandered on back tonight, as the wind is really blowing outside. It is white, but it looks like millions of diamonds on the ground. It is peaceful, and I just wanted to tell you that.