Everywhere he looked he saw new shoots of heartbreakingly tender green; grass and bud and leaf, springing into life. Living, growing beings, certain of their place on the wheel of the seasons, sure of their destiny of flowering and fulfillment.


Bard: The Odyssey of the Irish (1984)


Everywhere he looked he saw new shoots of heartbreakingly tender green; grass and bud and leaf, springing into life. Living, growing beings, certain...

Everywhere he looked he saw new shoots of heartbreakingly tender green; grass and bud and leaf, springing into life. Living, growing beings, certain...

Everywhere he looked he saw new shoots of heartbreakingly tender green; grass and bud and leaf, springing into life. Living, growing beings, certain...

Everywhere he looked he saw new shoots of heartbreakingly tender green; grass and bud and leaf, springing into life. Living, growing beings, certain...