Long after their associates have gone southward, they linger like the last leaves on the tree. It is indeed "good-bye to summer" when the bluebirds withdraw their touch of brightness from the dreary November landscape at the north to whirl… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines,… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
Is there any sign of spring quite so welcome as the glint of the first bluebird unless it is his softly whistled song? No… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
Long after their associates have gone southward, they linger like the last leaves on the tree. It is indeed "good-bye to summer" when the… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
This is exactly how falling in love should be in my opinion. It should be scary yet unflinching. We should fear it but know… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
As might be expected of creatures so heavenly in color, the disposition of bluebirds is particularly angelic. Gentleness and amiability are expressed in their… — Neltje Blanchan Copy Share Image
