Jed and I went for a walk by the lake yesterday and it was the perfect spring day! Finally it is starting to warm up. Although today it is rather chilly out, I have hope that we'll be seeing a lot more green outside before long.
Let me start your week off with a poem by Emily Dickinson. One of my favorite poets (as well as Jed's). Although we don't have bees in the house, we have many wasps finding their way through the walls and cracked floor boards. And it reminds me that spring really is here.
THE BEE. Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid. His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon! Emily Dickinson |
that pop of color against the brown backdrop is glorious! it's just barely spring here, too. i think the forsythia will bloom this weekend.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures!! Can I ask where your shoes are from?
ReplyDeleteyael, the red shoes are bensimons. i got them online, but can't remember which store. they're available many places, though. just put in a google search and you should find them. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely-Dickinson is my favorite poet by far--very far.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful flowers and the river with many small stones.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Your photos and the poem :)
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