Not much is alive around here now other than the Marigolds and they’re struggling.
It seems everything is struggling, including myself. Heat will do that to a living thing.
It makes me think of poor Ishmael.
But…
Hallelujah this heat wave is on its way out. 🤞🏼
In the meantime I will sit quietly & enjoy this little Fritillary aka Gulf Fritillary & know that this too shall pass
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I love it when someone suggests a poem and I can supply the picture(s). Luuurv it! And who does not love Emily Dickinson?
” Whether it’s Buttercups—that “skim”—
Or Butterflies—that “bloom”? ”Those lines hooked me on the poem. Muchas gracias!
Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
And make believe I’m getting warm
When others call it “Day”!
Draw me a Robin—on a stem—
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune—
Put my pretense—away—
Say if it’s really—warm at noon—
Whether it’s Buttercups—that “skim”—
Or Butterflies—that “bloom”?
Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea—
And skip the Russet—on the tree—
Let’s play those—never come!
Emily Dickinson
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