Featured: French Easter Photos & Postcards on CD

 Perfect for Easter season crafts: our Lunagirl Easter Photos & Postcards CD includes 100 charming vintage images. Most feature ladies, children, and romantic couples, many with eggs, baskets, flowers, and/or Easter greetings (usually in French!) This lovely and unique offering, created especially for Lunagirl customers using antique cards from our private collection, is available now. Click here to see details and a bunch of sample images!

Messenger for Springtime

One of the first signs that spring is coming in our area is the return of the goldfinchs, and the return of their bright yellow color!

We have pairs of goldfinchs around all summer. In the autumn they begin to turn a uniformly dull olive color and form flocks, and then eventually they all fly south together.

In very early spring we start to see them again, still drab olive. Gradually the males regain their brilliant yellow color, the females get a little brighter too, and they form nesting pairs. They are such beautiful little birds.

The photo above is courtesy of the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service, and you may use it however you like!

Free Image (& a Poem): Daffodils

If you're lucky enough to have these beautiful yellow flowers where you live, I think you'll agree they are one of the sweetest signs of spring every year!

This free downloadable image is free for your personal non-commercial use.  Please remember to credit Lunagirl Images if you display your creation online.  

If you would like this image for commercial use, email us at info@lunagirl.com.

 Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.