she knits and knits and knits and sometimes she spins too....
Friday, April 20, 2007
The birdsong struck me this morning while I quietly woke from a restful sleep. Peering through the lace curtained window I saw one of the small birds that often grace the front yard shrubbery. Twittering away with its piercing song it raised my dampened spirits.
For too long the dismal forecast created a brooding atmosphere when springtime should have emancipated my mood.
Homage must be paid to such a bird.
The picture above is of a wren taken from Wikipedia.