The Wild March Morning

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call,—
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

~from The May Queen by Alfred Lord Tennyson

It's been another lovely Spring weekend here: warm and rainy with buds popping all over. We have enjoyed some down time and relaxation after such a busy season of life. Hoping to curl up with a book and blanket this rainy afternoon.

Happy Sunday!

~Jen