gotta love these guys -
they brighten up even the wintery of days...
Sweet bird! Thy bow'r is ever green,
thy sky is ever clear;
thou has no sorrow in thy song,
no winter in thy year.
February is merely as long as is needed
to pass the time until March.
In the depths of winter
I finally learned that within me
there lay an invincible summer.
That's it for the winter projects -
on to spring I hope.
Thanks to Deep Space Sparkle
for all of her fantastic art ideas.