Summer Sun, A Tribute to 2011

Come September, I find myself reluctant to allow Summer it's exit, and Fall it's debut. For this reason, I make a point to review my Summer pictures at the end of the season, to remember the fullness of all we were privileged to be a part of. So what follows is some of my favorite moments of this Summer, in pictures. Robert Louis Stevenson accompanies with his lifting words.

Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes.