30 April 2016


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

yarns for Coffee Date Shawl

MKAL On the Moors with Jane Eyre Shawl
thrift store lovelies / Irish wool blanket
& a framed needlepoint of a Jane Austen-style gentleman

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