“And where have you been, my Mary, And where you been from me?” “I’ve been to the top of the Caldon Low, The midsummer night to see!” “And what did you see, my Mary, All up on the Caldon Low?” “I saw the glad sunshine come down, And I saw the merry winds blow.” “And…
“Mosquito is out, it’s the end of the day; she’s humming and hunting her evening away. Who knows why such hunger arrives on such wings at sundown? I guess it’s the nature of things.” – N. M. Boedecker, Midsummer Night Itch
The golden rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters…
