Love much dear friends for love will bring the healing joy and hope of Spring. . .
Do not forget to hope and happy be.
The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.
Yet still the time:- 'It's so nice to come home'.
Life, sometimes so wearying is worth its weight in gold the experience of traveling lends a wisdom that is old.
It's the melody within the heart that helps us to endure.