Our white Dahlias are very lovely this year. They seem to have found their feet at last.
I have been singing with friends this afternoon, getting ready for a performance in November. Their garden is glorious but only this photo worked today as I am getting to know how my new camera works.
My Blog is dedicated to my lovely friend, Kath, who died six years ago today. In Sonnet 104, Shakespeare talks about the value of friendship and the fact that enduring friendship remains intact despite the “process of the seasons” and the passing of the years.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the forests shook three summers’ pride;Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnedIn process of the seasons have I seen;Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.