Out the back door.
Out the front door.
On the stereo.
In my heart.
This goes out especially to our dear friend Missa.
In the home.
In and all around me. This soundtrack has become a ritual during March and April.
This link will play you the whole album.
And this song is especially exquisite.
What sounds encapsulate for you the cracking of fragile egg shells and the perfect joyous opening of young wildflowers to the sun and rain?
ps. Thank you for all the wisdom re: Fern and her social ability. You have put my heart at ease.
Have a beautiful weekend.