I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Bluebirds of Happiness and Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, .... ~ Emily Dickinson~ 1891
This is for my friends and family...., Listen to your inner voice and hope for new beginnings. Be well and of good spirit and always look at the beauty around you. I wish you health, I wish you peace I wish you quiet, sunfilled days.