the sun is barely peeking over the hills here.
and I can already see that it holds alot of promise for a beautiful first day of April.
I'm here at my little table, candles lit and the house is quiet.
a small bouquet of tiny white daffodils scent the whole room.
From my window I can see the newly worked garden, the trees beginning to leaf out
and the old rail fence that has changed how everything looks and feels here.
It's beginning to feel like what my heart wants.
clean and new ~translate that to "old"
fresh and full of promise
Even the dollies have a tiny pansy bouquet in a wee cup.
Wishing you all a fine April morning