Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Goodnight.
---Elizabeth T. Dillingham "A Faery Song"

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Eye Candy

No foreplay this time...just jump on in!

Orange rose= Westerland

Paris and Nicole (the resident flamingoes) bid you farewell till next visit!