A lovely, but quite chilly Valentine’s day brought much love to the manor. Spending an afternoon out with feathered friends, a total of 30 species flew about.
Who knows what else I may find tomorrow.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.