Field of Study

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The Bird did prance – the Bee did play –
The Sun ran miles away
So blind with joy he could not choose
Between his Holiday

The morn was up – the meadows out
The Fences all but ran,
Republic of Delight, I thought
Where each is Citizen –

From Heavy laden Lands to thee
Were seas to cross to come
A Caspian were crowded –
Too near thou art for Fame –

Yikes!  It was in the high 90s today, so we visited Shenandoah National Park for part of the afternoon where it was a good 10-degrees cooler on Skyline Drive.

Pics below are from a meadow on Bear Den Mountain -- and yes, the birds did prance and the bees did play.

Below left:  Entrance to the meadow on Bear Den Mountain -- through a "kissing gate."