"The rose is called the queen of flowers,
Surrounded by her sisters fair,
A lovely throng of beauties rare,
She holds her court 'mid summer bowers,
'Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,
Gayly they bloom the summer through
Brightening all the golden hours.
But when the autumn days have come
Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum. "
-Hattie L. Knap
Thursday, July 11, 2013
The Beauty of Rain
This was one of my first pictures ever taken on my camera and it's still one of my favorites. Taken on September 30, 2012.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Summer is here!!!
How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
-William Blake, 1794
Or the summer fruits appear?
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
-William Blake, 1794
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