“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” ~ John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
Waiting to spend the 4th in Boston. I’m enjoying the quiet life, smelling the flowers, and watching the world go by. We live in a lovely, semi-semi-secluded spot near Seattle.
The photo is from the Mother Earth site on Facebook.