Summer is Beautiful

Our new print L’été est magnifique!  Summer is Beautiful!  One only has to look at our beautiful creation and stand in awe of it and we are blessed to not only take in its beauty but to photograph it and create art that enhances our homes and life.  Enjoy what you see and capture it!

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Summer Days
IN summer, when the days were long,
We walk’d, two friends, in field and wood;
Our heart was light, our step was strong,
And life lay round us, fair as good,
In summer, when the days were long.

We stray’d from morn till evening came,

We gather’d flowers, and wove us crowns;
We walk’d mid poppies red as flame,
Or sat upon the yellow downs,
And always wish’d our life the same.
 
In summer, when the days were long,
We leap’d the hedgerow, cross’d the brook;
And still her voice flow’d forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,

In summer, when the days were long.
And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon;
And in the sunlight and the breeze
We revell’d, many a glorious June,
While larks were singing o’er the leas.

In summer, when the days were long,
We pluck’d wild strawberries, ripe and red,
Or feasted, with no grace but song,
On golden nectar, snow-white bread,
In summer, when the days were long.

We lov’d, and yet we knew it not,
For loving seem’d like breathing then;
We found a heaven in every spot;
Saw angels, too, in all good men,
And dream’d of gods in grove and grot.

In summer, when the days are long,
Alone I wander, muse alone;
I see her not, but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
In summer, when the days are long.
 
Alone I wander in the wood,
But one fair spirit hears my sighs;
And half I see the crimson hood,
The radiant hair, the calm glad eyes,
That charm’d me in life’s summer mood.
 
In summer, when the days are long,
I love her as I lov’d of old;
My heart is light, my step is strong,
For love brings back those hours of gold,
In summer, when the days are long.
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Wathen Marks Wilks Call (1817–90)
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Love’s Not Times Fool

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”*

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* Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare
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The Perfumed Land of Lilacs

These beautiful trees are abundant in flowers and aroma and fill the house and gardens with luscious blooms and fragrant aroma.  I am in awe of them as they brighten my Morning Room and smile as I now have eight lilac trees from the mother trees and soon will have a grove of them in my “Perfumed Land of Lilacs.”  Stunning describes them best when brought indoors to photograph and enjoy.

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I, WHO fade with the lilacs
And with the roses fade,
Am sharing this hour with them
Conferring in the shade.
_W.Griffiith

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