"A profusion of pink roses
bending ragged in the rain
speaks to me
of all gentleness and its enduring."
- from The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams
Angling for a close in view of ornamental fruit blossoms, I anticipate this year's yet-to-come blowsy peonys and luscious summer roses - in the height of their glories, fragrantly beckoning from half a block away. It's hard to believe it's already June - but all of summer is yet to arrive, ours for the daily taking in. Tis a soul-restoring thing to be out under the vast sky, even just to sit on the front doorstep, reading in a Saturday sunbeam.