I have always loved the British Romantic poets, especially those poets dedicated to the beauty of nature.
I, too, love the beauty around us each day if we choose to see it. My husband and I share a love of nature and the outdoors, having hiked over 40 National Parks.
But often it is the beauty in our own backyards which brings us joy daily.
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| A hairy woodpecker visits our suet feeder on a snowy day. |
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| Three white-tailed deer visit our backyard in search of vegetation. |
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| Is there anything more beautiful than a cardinal at the suet right outside the sliding glass door . . . |
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| except perhaps a male Eastern bluebird! |
And so, yes, my heart leaps up, as Wordsworth's, when I behold a rainbow in the sky, and as he continued. . . .
So was it while I was a child,
So is it now that I am a man,
So will it be when I am old,
Or let me die.
I hope you find a "rainbow" in your backyard.
