Letters from a Hill Farm
Oh, how sweet! There is nothing like the whispering peeps of baby birds. I have some baby wrens just outside my kitchen window that serenade me when I am washing dishes. I'll be sad when they fledge.If Momma Robin allows, keep us up to date on their developement. :)
Your adorable photos reminded me of this Robert Louis Stevenson quote: Soon the frail eggs they shall chip, and upspringingMake all the May woodsMerry with singing! Merry, indeed!
Lucky you, Karin! What a gift to have them so close. Alison, I love, love, love this. I had never heard it. Thanks so much.
Now that I am a grandmother, it seems that I am often late in replying to your most-appreciated comments. But I read them as soon as they come in, and I will write as soon as I can. Please do come back and check. I love these blogging conversations. A little addendum - I've just spent quite a long time catching up with dear notes you left me months ago!! I do hope you can get back to read them. And I'm trying to be much more prompt now!Also, you may comment on any post, no matter how old, and I will see it.