Wings of Spring Craft Exchange

I participated in We Bloom Here's Wings of Spring craft exchange and wanted to share the beautiful feather friends we received:

First came this adorable sea gull from an island in Rhode Island, he brought with him some sand from his beach that sits on our nature table so he would not get too homesick living in the city.

Then this adorable little Mallard came a knocking, he had traveled from New Jersey and has now made a home on our book shelf.  He's a very smart little fellow.

Then came this beautiful Peacock all the way from California.

This was the first craft exchange I have took part in, and it was a great joy to see everyone's creations. To see more, go to the  Gallery of Birds on Wee Bloom Here's Blog.  I cannot wait to participate in another craft exchange.

On the Wings of Spring

With glee, with glee, we goblin gnomes
Are leaving moss and mountain homes.
With little hammers bright
We work with all our might
To free the Flower Queen.

From deepest earth to light and air
We make way for the lady fair.
With little hammers bright
We work with all our might
To free the Flower Queen.

Our hammers work ding dong, ding dong,
We dig and dig with axes strong.
The hard earth breaks away
And happily this day
We greet the Flower Queen.

(From "Spring: Poems, Songs and Stories" by Wynstones Press)

The Flower Queen has been freed by gnome.
She greets you on this Spring Day with the gift of a magical baby bird.
Won't you welcome him to your home?
Love is sure to fill the space where he is flown.

Thanks to a fun filled day, sharing a picnic with friends, a worn out baby,

Enabled me to complete these:

For a Spring Craft Exchange hosted byWe Bloom Here the theme was birds.  This is my very first craft exchange, I had a lot of fun crafting these spring maidens and weaving a story to include the birds, I hope my swap partners enjoy them as well.

Spring

Late Winter, Early Spring 

Busy gnomes chip away

At the winter's hard ground,

So that bulbs may burst forth

And spring's beauty abound.

In the woods, damp and dark,

They must labor below

Crooked roots and cold stones,

Pushing stalks through the snow. 

Undines melt snow until

Water can flow again,

Filling the leaves growing

Green with spring rain.

Sylphs, they are dreaming

Of winds softly streaming

Through petals all yellow

And purple and blue.