We're enjoying spring here in Indiana.
The redbuds, dogwoods are in full bloom, and the lilacs soon will be.
I took a couple of nature pics recently with which I was pleased and I thought I'd combine them with a few older ones for a post here. I got to thinking about the song, The Love of God by Frederick M. Lehman. It seemed to fit, so a portion of the lyric is below. The third verse is probably one of the most perfect lyrics ever composed.
(As usual -- click on any picture to enlarge)
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.