| © At one of the CT Tigers game this season |
I came back to the fresh bloom of spring and the long awaited warmth of summer.
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| © View from the Deck, Gazing at what lies in front |
| © Sun Flower Festival at ButtonWoods Farm, CT. |
| My working table one summer afternoon |
Heres a poem that I have loved since I read it the first time and it so beautifully describes my thoughts on summer.
"Our bards are famed who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat"
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat"
- To Summer by William Blake (From poetical sketches)
Hope you are enjoying your time as much as I am. Have fun!

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