Feathers

Back home again and finally the sun was out and the humidity was low and it was a glorious day for just about anything. Before we left my BIL's house, Jon and I took a walk down to the little pond. There on the grass where we stood fishing yesterday were these two feathers. Sumner was born in New Jersey and her two cousins were 10 and 11 and she was the only cousin they had - they were so excited to have her and were like big sisters to her. It was wonderful to spend so much time with them and their own children this weekend.

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
Emily Dickinson