Pippa's Song




 The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven; 
The hillside'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



 Pictures taken at Gibbs Gardens

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