peonies and evening light

"the air was full of exquisite sounds - sleepy robin whistles, wonderful,mournful,soft
 murmurs of the wind in the twilit trees.

rustle of aspen poplars talking on  silvery whispers and shaking their dainty,heart shaped leaves,lilting young laughter from the windows of the rooms where the girls were making ready for the dance."
Rilla of Ingleside