...for when Montana is on your mind, but maybe not out your back door...
“This is my Father’s world,And to my list’ning earsAll nature sings, and round me ringsThe music of the spheres….”
-Maltbie D. Babcock, (1858-1901), This Is My Father’s World
The lovely light fragrance of spring - perfect lyrics to accompany these delicate blossoms.
Your thoughts, please?