A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness;
but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
From John Keats' epic poem, Endymion, 1818
Scenes of beauty from my walk today reminded me of the poem by John Keats. I hope you find something of beauty today in your meanderings. Blessings xoxox
3 comments:
Great photos! Thanks for sharing.
Welcome to you, Iowa Gardening Woman. Thank you so much for your comment. I hope to see more of you.
Welcome to you, Iowa Gardening Woman. Thank you so much for your comment. I hope to see more of you.
Post a Comment