As I type this I feel as if I am being serenaded by the trees. A breeze blowing through the leaves, causing them to sing and dance.
Enjoying the shade from the willow trees, still looking a bit rough from her long winter.
A bird house lovingly made by a granddaughters hands.
Beautiful noise surrounds me, the creek gurgling near by.
"Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?"
Laura Ingalls Wilder
Sounds of laughter as little ones play and splash.
I love to watch the robins. They seem to always have a smile on their face.
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