The Honeysuckle is almost past now, but this is how they looked back in the woods a week or so ago.
The Wild Columbine in the Hosta bed is past now, too. More of the flowers are coming, so I guess I will have to post more pictures later.
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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