Outside my window, the budded trees
Dance in the arms of the chill Spring air,
Tempting the birds with promise of ease
As they swirl and twine their chilly hair.
The robins are late in arriving this year,
And they twitter excuses and pose,
With their savoir faire and their cheeky air,
Their breast feathers blushing an exquisite rose.
Born in a small, Illinois log cabin . . . No, that won’t work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents . . . No, that won’t fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded . . . No, that’s been done! Got it: An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home and making new friends. Reached for comment, she replied, “Okay, I wrote my bio, now may I Please go out and play?” We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that’s a wrap. What a wacko!)
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April 4, 2010 at 11:09 am
Love the pic. Your Blog is great. Keep up the good work!
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April 4, 2010 at 2:21 pm
Thanks so much. How are the Bluebirds doing?
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April 5, 2010 at 2:38 pm
The cute bird sit on the pillow looks ready nice. I love the nature.
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April 13, 2010 at 10:08 am
So beautiful! A lovely illustration of spring.
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May 30, 2010 at 4:33 am
Oh ! I am late, spring is gone.
I appreciate these lovely photos and the words.
Best Wishes !
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