Summer

Summer is setting up to be idyllic here in old PA. Humid weather, wide fields, and a lack of activities all meld together into the perfect atmosphere for a beginning blogger. Am I not right?
My visual idea of the perfect summer. I might be a little nostalgic for a time I never had...

"I know a place where summer strives

With such a practised frost

She each year leads her daises back,

Recording briefly, "lost."

But when the south wind stirs the pools

And struggles in the lanes,

Her heart misgives her for her vow,

And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,

And spices, and the dew,

That stiffens quietly to quartz,

Upon her amber shoe." Emily Dickinson