He who bends to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise.                          Eternity by William Blake   The golden days of summer are flying. Soon the hills will be a tapestry of rich color. I've already had to put a quilt on the bed.   Many thanks to Carolyn gail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for hosting Muse Day and giving us…