"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means a waste of time." ~John Lubbock, "Recreation," The Use of Life , 1894 Summer by H.P. Nichols This summer, I know by the blue of the sky; By the trees' deeper green, as beneath them I lie; And more that all these, by the lovely wildloop rose That now in the woodland its pink blossom shows. Now ring the sharp scythes of the mowers all day, And they spread to the air the sweet-scented hay' They pile up the wagon ere daylight is done, And singing come home with the set of the sun. I feel the warm west wind fan gently my cheek As I sit on the grass, far too happy to speak; And then in the twilight I see the faint spark Of the fire-fly, flitting alone in the dark. Oh! long happy days, when 'tis full of delight to roam in the meadows from morning till night! Oh! sum...
Exploring the World Day-by-Day; Capturing Nature's Wondrous Display! ~ Jen