Friday, July 13, 2007

Summer morning


Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistening with dew

~John Milton

Dew on smooth phlox and horse nettle

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5 comments:

KGMom said...

Wow--who knew Milton could be so gently poetic. I think of him with Paradise Lost and all that stuff.
Nice pics.

Mary said...

Ahhh. Blood pressure is lower here, Nina. Beautiful. Thanks.

Lynne said...

Simply lovely Nina! Have a good weekend!!

Cathy said...

Yes, yes, yes . . .

I've got a bit of dew in my latest post, but you have to read all the way to the bottom to find it :0)

Q said...

Dear Nina,
Lovely as always.
Sherry