Song of a Second April
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950
April this year, not otherwise.
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day, And shingles lie about the doors; In orchards near and far away The grey wood-pecker taps and bores; The men are merry at their chores,
And children earnest at their play.
The larger streams run still and deep, Noisy and swift the small brooks run Among the mullein stalks the sheep Go up the hillside in the sun, Pensively,-only you are gone, You that alone I cared to keep.
When I saw our yard covered with Dandelion, I thought it was beautiful scenery that needed to be captured and immortalized. So I asked my daughter to be a model for a day and created a beautiful spring bouquet to carry. Finally, last week we got enough of a spring shower, and this week we are happy the sun was shining again, so it was a perfect time to be outside and immersed in the sea of flowers.
Model by Alice / Spring dress by Nordstrom / Rainboot by Helly Hansen
Thank you so much for reading,
xoxo
Joice
