For the spring birds to return home. Once again. And one will lay her eggs, and sit and wait, protective and patient. And then, she will teach her flock to fly. Free without her. Hurry up, Spring!
I live in the bucolic hills of Northwestern NJ. I love many things. Natural light, the sky, bright colors and pastels. Words. Smiles, random rainbows, gentle breezes as well as strong, gusty wind. Flowers...they rock my world. I ride a Harley Davidson with a group of ladies. I keep my camera attached to my hip.
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