In Clover

August 2, 2015 {214/365}

"The clover blossoms kiss her feet, she is so sweet, she is so sweet. While I, who may but kiss her hand, bless all the wild flowers in the land." - Oscar Leighton, "Clover Blossoms"

Ferris Wheel

August 1, 2015 Ferris Wheel

"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. " - Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting