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.