Wheeling Gull Isle angel band

how sweet the air! how beautiful the days! heda found herself more and more renewed as their cubs became more mobile. now they wandered, down from the greenhills and into every part of the island, the lavender fields, the tide-pools, the beachead.
vesper, manea, everett, all drifting here and there, adding watchful eyes upon the four innocent wanderers in the land touched by heaven.
heda did not go down yet to join little dinah on the sand; she sat and too lifted her face into god's light, giving thanks for the daughter and the sons who would now grow to be sweetharbor's first blessings.