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 all a chance to share our observations and inspirations.