Have you ever been in the fields on a spring day, and heard nothing at all but your own voice and the voices of your companions, and then, perhaps, suddenly you have become silent, and you find a concert going on of which you had not heard a note? At first you hear the voices of the birds; then, by degrees, you perceive high voices, low voices, and middle voices, small notes and great notes, and you begin to wish you knew who sang each of the songs you can distinguish. - Charlotte Mason, Vol. 4 p. 30
pink pussy willows
Thank you, everyone, for participating in the book giveaway! It's been fun seeing old friends and making new ones. The winner is Heather Kvale! Congratulations, Heather!