The older I get the more truth I find in poetry, and the more enchanted I become by the sparkling word play in great poems.
This is just a snippet of a lovely poem called Easter Wings, written by George Herbert, born in 1593.
Happy Resurrection Day!
I'm Robin, the designer behind October House. You've found my blog, where I ramble on about stitching and sewing and anything else that catches my fancy!
I love quiet colors, gentle stitches and making things by hand.
"My best friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read." - Abraham Lincoln
