The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven-
All's right with the world!

Robert Browning.


Woke to a beautiful spring morning.
Sun shining
Birds singing
Just made you glad to be alive!

This poem came to mind.
I know that everything is far from right with the world, but you have to be joyful on a day like today.

Hope we can all count our blessings.
Have a happy weekend blippers.

Photo taken from the kitchen window.
(The lilies are inside)