A something in a summer's day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer's noon -
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy
Emily Dickinson, Poems, "Psalm of the Day", 1890
"June has now come, bending beneath her weight of roses, to ornament the halls and bowers which summer has hung with green. For this is the Month of Roses, and their beauty and fragrance conjure up again many in poetical creation which Memory had buried...... This si the season to wander in the fields and woods, with a volume of sterling poetry for companionship, and compare the descriptive passages with the objects that lie around. We never enjoy reading portions of Spenser's Faerie Queen so much as when among the great green trees in summer"
Chambers Book of Days
Summer is well and truly underway here in the south of England; the weather has been very hot and dry over the past week or so. The countryside is looking its very best at the moment, truly lovely; so much helathy green growth, the last wafts of wild garlic as you pass, dozing animals, butterflies and insects on the wing. Lots to smile about.
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