When the scarlet cardinal tells
Her dream to the dragonfly,
And the lazy breeze makes a nest in the trees,
And murmurs a lullaby,
It is July.
When the tangled cobweb pulls
The cornflower's cap awry,
And the lilies tall lean over the wall
To bow to the butterfly,
It is July.
When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet's throat
Has softened almost to a sigh,
It is July.
When the hours are so still that time
Forgets them, and lets them lie
'Neath petals pink till the night stars wink
At the sunset in the sky,
It is July.
by Susan Hartley Swett
*sigh* I found this


If you'd like to read a blog entry that will take you straight to a summer day at the lake/river, go here and Blue Yonder will take you there. Happy July!
5 comments:
Don't feel badly about not being able to figure out how to do it all-and beautifully, or at least well. I used to feed my son his fried chicken dinners in the bathtub to cut out the mess.
Thank you for reading my book Roots Shoots Buckets & Boots, which was done because of not only my love of gardens and nature, but also because of my love for children.
My new book will be out in Januray. It is called Secrets of a Magical Granny. Join me in the pages!
I wish you all the joys of a family, nature, & reading.
Sharon Lovejoy
What a lovely poem - and sounds like a great collection of books. I wouldn't be able to part with them either!
Love your blog design, by the way...not sure if I'd already told you so or not!
I love that poem. But I'm still ready for fall! ;)
Those books sound awesome! The boys are going to love them as they're growing up.
Vintage books are wonderful. Especially when they are passed down through generations.
Very sweet. I absolutely love summer!
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