Friday, May 5, 2017


Hope is the thing with feathers  
That perches in the soul,  
And sings the tune without the words,  
And never stops at all,  
And sweetest in the gale is heard;          
And sore must be the storm  
That could abash the little bird  
That kept so many warm.

     –from "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson
Hoping I can get some time to work on another Dear Jane block soon . . . .

1 comment:

  1. Blue is a sad place right non in your blog. In spring it is bluebirds and poppies...yes I have blue poppies, and blue skies, little girls in blue Easter dresses....bluebells, and my dad was a sod farmer so we had b,use grass lawn!!!

    I am blue as I am missing the Blue Blog.....