It’s officially summer.

Today will be more like a nice Spring day with the low at 61 degrees and the high only climbing to 71 degrees.

In about 45 minutes I will head down to The Schuster to house manage a corporate meeting. I was awakened at 4 AM by Bailey hopping onto the bed to snuggle with me. Within minutes, Col. Deeds was nestled on the other side. Needless to say, I did not return to satisfactory sleep.

It is time to ready myself for the first half of the day, downtown. I desperately need to mow my grass, which will be completed today or tomorrow. The backyard is in a nasty way of growth but the front side looks decent and not too shaggy.

Make it a great day.

To Summer

William Blake   1757 – 1827

O Thou who passest thro’ our vallies in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched’st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o’er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy vallies, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our vallies love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam’d who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.