"The {Phoenix} bird flutters round us, swift as light, beauteous in color, charming in song. When a mother sits by her infant’s cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his wings, forms a glory around the infant’s head. He flies through the chamber of content, and brings sunshine into it, and the violets on the humble table smell doubly sweet."
- Hans Christian Andersen
There is a reason why our city is named Phoenix. The sky was on fire last night (and so were these 4 kiddos)!
Thanks for visiting!
Carrie
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