Is there such a thing as Day?
Could I see if from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies?
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called Morning likes.
Emily Dickinson
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| I took these photos on my early morning birthday walk at the beach. It was a beautiful morning. |
Isn't it lovely when a few days go by and you forget about your blog?
It is July on the island which means so many of my friends, including me, celebrate our birthdays.
The parties started here on Sunday night as Philip and I hosted the party. The house was bursting with folks. My own celebration continued into Monday evening with dinner at the Back Porch and the Jolly Roger.
David made the best three-layer chocolate cake I have ever had and, along with candles, and family we had a great birthday dinner.
Philip ever remembered the poetry book I so longed for.
So, with the Happy Birthday over for another year, here we go for another spin around the sun.
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