Enjoying the last days of warm sun. Miss the long days with wind in my hair and sand in my shoes.
Tag: summer
Beautiful Ode to Summer
Relishing the last day of summer enjoying a rare moment doing nothing
but leisurely reading a New York Times magazine article about Lena
Dunham…turning real paper pages (usually I’m always reading from a
phone screen) as the last rays of a disappearing summer filters through
the window rendering tree shadows.
Pure perfection.
Beautiful Poetry
The last days of summer are so fleeting, wistful of
long, warm sunny days that call upon a bit of poetry.
SUMMER’S ELEGY
by Howard Nemerov
Day after day, day after still day,
The summer has begun to pass away.
Starlings at twilight fly clustered and call,
And branches bend, and leaves begin to fall.
The meadow and the orchard grass are mown,
And the meadowlark’s house is cut down.
The little lantern bugs have doused their fires,
The swallows sit in rows along the wires.
Berry and grape appear among the flowers
Tangled against the wall in secret bowers,
And cricket now begins to hum the hours
Remaining to the passion’s slow procession
Down from the high place and the golden session
Wherein the sun was sacrificed for us.
A failing light, no longer numinous,
Now frames the long and solemn afternoons
Where butterflies regret their closed cocoons.
We reach the place unripe, and made to know
As with a sudden knowledge that we go
Away forever, all hope of return
Cut off, hearing the crackle of the burn-
ing blade behind us, and the terminal sound
Of apples dropping on the dry ground.
@the ferry dock, Edmonds, WA
Beautiful Nature
Lounging in the grass, not doing much of
anything except enjoying the moment
with an iPhone and a cluster of random
daisies. They grow everywhere in the wild.
I couldn’t resist taking these shots on a
lazy summer day and searching for the
perfect poem.
Daisy Time
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies’ dance
All the meadow over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer’s praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.
By Marjorie Pickthall
Beautiful Last Day Farewell to Summer
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of
leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in
fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life
was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Beautiful People
The best thing about summer is the long 16 hour days.
It allows time for me to spend late evenings at the beach
just watching the ferries and trains go by and
people watch. Simple pleasures at its best indeed.
Beautiful Dark Sunset
It took some time for summer to arrive, many evenings
had dark, gloomy skies which made for some
interesting cloud formations over Puget Sound.
I love the dark midnight blue.
Beautiful Orange Beach
Sunsets at Edmonds Dog Beach
Beautiful Musings 