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Happy June 1st everyone!
You may have seen or heard this quote before, or maybe not, but it comes from a poem by the poet Abba Louise Goold Woolson published in 1915 in the book "With Garlands Green".
While this quote sums up the heart filling love that comes with the newly filled trees, the first garden veggies, the gardens bursting with color, the poem is so much more beautiful.
Below you can find "A Summer's Day" by Abba Goold Woolson
Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging,
where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway;
And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies,
Open-eyed at the setting of day.
Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet cinnamon roses,
In great crimson thickets that cover the wall;
And flocks of bright butterflies giddy to see them,
And a sunny blue sky over all.
Trailing boughs of the elms drooping over the hedges,
Where spiders their glimmering laces have spun;
And breezes that bend the light tops of the willows
And down through the meadow-grass run.
Silver-brown little birds sitting close in the branches,
And yellow wings flashing from hillock to tree,
And wide-wheeling swallows that dip to the marshes,
And bobolinks crazy with glee;-
So crazy they soar through the glow of the sunset
And warble their merriest notes as they fly,
Nor heed how the moths hover low in the hollows
And the dew gathers soft in the sky.
Then a round beaming moon o’er the blossomed hill coming,
Making paler the fields and the shadows more deep;
And through the wide meadows a murmurous humming
Of insects too happy to sleep.
Enchanted I sit on the bank by the willow
And hum the last snatch of a rollicking tune;
And since all this loveliness cannot be Heaven,
I know in my heart it is June.
Since 2015 we have been exploring and sharing all the amazing things we’ve found in nature.
Emily is an Ohio Certified Volunteer Naturalist who is most often found out in the woods.