Lately

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

Grace