Sunday, March 23, 2014

Dreams of a Summer Day

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)

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)

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)

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)

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?

Everlasting Flower

Winner of the line contest was Drew with the bird photo (A)


  1. I'm so glad flowers are reappearing and birds have returned. I really miss them in the quiet of winter. We've been up at the cabin more, so Internet access is limited to town trips. Glad to see you are still blogging. - Margy


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