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3.8.13

August....curiously silent.






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. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
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4 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Talk about BRILLIANT mijn zuster....first of all, my blog roll is not working, for I see NO NEW blog posts from anyone, and I missed yours this morning!

August is a mysterious month; the spiders spin their webs, the rabbits start to retreat and all that has breath holds its breath for the new season to come and invite us back inside. We have played like children in the garden and more life has happened, and aren't we so happy? Yes....and yet another year and the miles have only become closer between us. Hugs dearest Dutchess...Nita

martine said...

Wat een prachtige foto van die vos, en de muziek past daar helemaal bij.
Groetjes, en een heel fijn weekend.

Jacoba said...

Dat is nou nog eens een hartje, je banner!
Heerlijk, die soezende vos!
Ik ruik de bomen uit je omgeving! Silly what the mind can do.
Fijne zonnige zondag!
Jacoba

Lisa Graham Art said...

I love this photo and this song...peaceful peaceful!