Friday, May 8, 2015

Ahoy, fair weather

It's going to be a spectacular weekend. Close to 80 tomorrow! The big community yard sale coming up and Mother's Day on Sunday.  Everything in the garden is fresh and perfect for these few short weeks in May.  Not a faded flower or a nibble mark (yet.)

And the first roses are blooming...

 
Isn't May just the sweetest month?


A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period-
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay-

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.


Emily Dickenson



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