Forsythia blooms while the garden angel plays the wind chime harp.
"Love endures ALL things."
Shaded little spring treasures.
Clusters of pale pink blossoms . . . sighing with the beauty of them.
"If, of thy mortal gifts, thou art bereft,
and from thy slender store, two loaves alone are left,
sell one and from the dole,
but hyacinths to feed the soul."
~ Muslih-uddin Sadi