"I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore . . . I hear it in the deep heart's core," said William Butler Yeats.
Well, I heard it myself this past weekend in Lake Placid, New York. What a wonderful three days spent in a cabin in the woods, waking to the song of a white-throated sparrow drifting through my bedroom window each morning. Hear it here. Friends Lee and Paul generously invited us to crash their family/lacrosse vacation in the Adirondacks. Ahhhhh. A few days was not long enough, but how refreshing!
And look what I found when I returned home! Mail art from e.b.! I just knew this was going to be fun, so even though it was waiting for me when I got home last night, I didn't open it until today when I would be fresh.
Look at all the treasures she tucked into the package! She knows I have a "thing" for birds - see the vintage Arm and Hammer baking soda bird card? And the beautiful necklace nestled into the shell nest? I am delighted at the way the colors of the necklace, and the Dream card, and Sophi's angel card, and ALL of it is reflected in her sunset picture. Yes, this treasure box is so e.b., and it will be filled with the most precious of treasures, because when I open it, I will hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore and the call of the white-throated sparrow singing his song of summer.
But wait, there's MORE. Tucked into the spray-painted envelope/label were these! I am awed and touched by this thoughtful, generous gift. Hugs, sweet friend.