Flying high and higher and highest still, the Sandhill cranes passed overhead low enough for a photo and loud enough for their calls to be heard.

And a wonderful! Complete! RAINBOW!  Sparking the world all washed clean and smelling crisp and new!

WOW!

“The bees are stirring, burds are on the wing, and Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!”– Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

Thank you ever so much!

Linda