Branches, Bird Song & Easter Peace
On these fresh spring mornings in the foothills of Colorado, the songs of the Western Meadowlark and the Robin are especially vibrant in the fields and trees. Out of my hazy-eyed slumber to the beautiful lilt of their notes, it’s always a joy to awaken to their beautiful singing announcing the day. And, so it goes with the grasses and trees upon which the birds build their nests. It’s always glorious when out of the … Read more