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)