I can hear the piper play,
But every time I think of you,
You just steal my heart away....Just like a morning in May like this...."
Grammy and Big Daddy's story began on a morning in May, seven years ago, and the lyrics from Van Morrison's song became "their song."
This was such a beautiful morning, I took a stroll, with a letter to mail and my camera in hand, and captured a bit of the loveliness along the way to the mailbox at the end of the drive.
I never tire watching this climbing hydrangea attach itself,
climbing ever upward.
Good "Morning, Glory!"
Welcome! little "rainbow" garden...Xavier will be so happy to meet you!
I am so proud of my Peony Girls...
Pretty ..and Pink ..and Deliciously Fragrant....
Oh, how I wish you could feel this cool breeze and hear the calming sounds of the waterfall, as I stand in the shade of the Grand "Marshmallow" tree....
I must say...April Showers brought Fields of Flowers...
I place my letter in the mailbox, lift the red flag, and turn to walk the length of the drive to our house....
such a pretty sight...the cottage, our home, and the stone barn....with a backdrop of the most vibrant shade of blue...it catches my breath....and steals my heart away....
