The swallow twitters in delight.
The lonely vine sheds joyous tears
Of interwoven dew and light.
Spring weaves a gown of green to clad
The mountain height and wide-spread field.
O when wilt thou, my native land,
In all thy glory stand revealed?"
- Ilia Chavchavadze, Spring These girls also put their best riding or Easter hats on.Lining up at Grandma's Coffeeberry Cottage.
|bed and breakfast for tea.....|
Staying at friendly warm lodges,until we reach that mystical glorious trysting place where we will meet our King