Finally today the morning turned sunny, the birds who have made it back to Maine were trying out their songs in the crisp morning air. And the woodpeckers were sounding out the trees in the woods for good strong messenging qualities...they are looking for chicks, after all, they just don't drive hot rods!
So to honor the unfolding of spring as we know it in this northern clime I am showing you a lovely soft-spoken floral, etched to bring out the delicate dusting of saffron yellow frit on a pale rose transparent glass. The pale cane petals belie the bold centers of pink and black, hinting at the ability of even the softest flowers to persevere!
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