VML this shot. It reminds me of Edward Thomas' poem, 'Thaw'
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
@s4sayer Oh, Margo - that is just lovely. Thanks so much for sharing! I need that reminder on those days when it seems to just go on forever and ever! :-) (And we have big ravens everywhere, doing that very thing!)
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
The pleasure is all mine...thank you, Joan!