We are outdoor almost all day. Dressed in wind jackets. Eating on the terrace and reading. My project for this summer is Ulysses. A small hint of red on the book.
The old explorer is taking us out about sundown. I cannot imagine I'll ever get tired of the brilliant colors, making earth and sky magic.
Every cloud has a gold lining in Norway.
I know of no countries having such an abundance of summer poetry and beautiful songs in every changer praising sun, sea and God's immense creation. We are summer fanatics.
"But off he dies the fire wild, like fading glow." I'm still waiting for Kris to translate "From Sea a land of Elves arise". Best sunset poem ever.
Originated by MaryT, check hers for today