An Evening Hour ... time well spent

Summer can be such a lovely time of year, the weather should be fine, the evenings that little longer and if we are fortunate to have a garden ... we get to enjoy that little bit of outdoor space too. This time of year there is always plenty to do. Sometimes the sun shines too much, and we hope for rain. But then the rain arrives, and sometimes it brings storms ... and we may moan! Is there ever a good balance?  

I happened to be sitting indoors and came across this poem, and as I read it I did have to agree with the writer, in my minds eye I could picture that evening hour. How about you?  

An Evening Hour

It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,

The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.

So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,

Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.

Getting up from my chair, I thought I'd take a stride

Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.

There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,

Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.

Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly

Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high

And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,

Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.

My evening hour in the garden was very well spent

And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!

By Pearlyn

all images courtesy of google

And after that evening hour, there may still be time to enjoy a summer's drink.

now that's a different take on tea with milk please !

All the best Jan