Just the words, April morn,capture a sense of beauty and wonder, but the startling fact of the matter gave credence on this particular day in my breakfast room. Maybe it is in the touch of warmer temperatures, the smells of blooming trees, the visual effects of colorful flowers and verdant grass, or the merry sounds of song birds giving joyful choruses, whatever, April is worth praising.
A smocking project being blocked...a blouse for Charlotte.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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