The summer solstice will occur one week from today, the longest day of the year. Although summer officially begins on that day, many people mark the start of the season when the Canada Day long weekend begins, even though it often does not fall on a Monday. The days are passing so quickly now, they seem to be the last few years or so. Are we wishing too many days to pass? Have our lives become so monotonous that each day we pray for the next to arrive? Surely not. Time is precious, it heals all wounds, but it takes people and precious things away too. We have to learn to deal with it, with everything that happens in our lives. The summer will fade into autumn, lets make the most of it....
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock
Light dancing amid shallow pools of cerulean,
swirling mercilessly, never ending.
Soothing winds brush against blooming gardens
of magenta and cobalt.
Petals rise, like butterflies attracted to the gold rays of the sun
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock
Light dancing amid shallow pools of cerulean,
swirling mercilessly, never ending.
Soothing winds brush against blooming gardens
of magenta and cobalt.
Petals rise, like butterflies attracted to the gold rays of the sun
…and are carried away.
With them flow the sweet smells of summer.
With them flow the sweet smells of summer.
