When the early morning sun first pierced the grayness in the sky, a pickerel rose from his watery home to climb a pine tree, singing. And high in the branches, he looked upon the morning's glowing beauty - the wind-blown ripples on the lake, dew-freshened flowers and fields below.
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How sweet and beautifull is every place & I visit my old Haunts with renewed delight... nothing can exceed the beautiful green of the meadows which are beginning to fill with butter Cups - & various flowers - the birds are singing from morning till night but most of all the Sky larks - How delightfull is the Country.
John Constable