Thursday, March 29, 2012
"A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are signing, and the lawn mower is broken."
Yesterday was just such a day. I would call it a soft day. The sun was shining softly, the breeze was blowing softly, the birds were singing softly and the only other sound was the soft lapping of the water. I couldn't have ordered a more perfect day. We've had a week or so of these days, which makes me fearful of what may lay ahead. This kind of perfection certainly can't last.
Two white crowned sparrows at my neighbors feeder
Aren't they pretty?