A flutter of sparrows, gaggle of geese, conspiracy of ravens, obstinancy of bison, parliament of owls, sleuth of bears.... so many poetic descriptors for gathered feathered and furred creatures! On the floral side, perhaps can designate a 'riot of apple blossoms'?
Blushing bouquets blooming everywhere, even as’ I donned my winter hat and gloves against the chill promise (we hope!!!) of snow in the hills.
“Sometimes it is enough to be near something lovely. It doesn't require possession; nothing has to come of it, nothing need be created from it. Let its purpose be to exist solely as a thing of beauty and provide joy.”
-Chi Chi Armandonada in Tony’s Wife by Adriana Trigiani, p. 590 (large type edition)
“This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres….”
-Maltbie D. Babcock, (1858-1901), This Is My Father’s World
