I thought about now we all could use a dose of sunshine and some warm thoughts.
To see the Summer Sky
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee –
by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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My Aunt Eleanor planted this beautiful flower arrangement. |
"Summer afternoon summer afternoon;
to me those have always been
the two most beautiful words
in the English language."
Henry James (1843 - 1916)
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Blackberries in Late July |
Rest is not idleness, and
to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day
listening to the murmur of water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky,
is hardly a waste of time.
John Lubbock (1834 - 1913)
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Eleanor's Vegetable Garden |
"I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there."
John Vance Cheney (1848 - 1922)
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A Summer Day |
A Summer’s Day
Warmth of the sun on my back
Dabbled shadows moving in a cool breeze
The sound of a single buzzing fly
Colors of green accented with their bright companions
The warm smell of blackberries
That's what I miss.
What do you miss?
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Everlasting Flower
Winner of the line contest was Drew with the bird photo (A) |