Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I have been sprucing things up just in case the weather cools off enough for our little garden party. But it seems "Summer Sun" has other plans and "bares to all the garden ground, and sheds a warm (hot) and glittering look among the ivy's inmost nook."
Five little dolls will decorate the table, along with flowers from the garden. When the party is over, the dolls will go home with the youngest girls, and the flowers will stay on my table for a few more days. (I can hardly stand to cut a flower from my garden. None of the flowers stand up and say, "Here, cut me!" And, just as surely as I choose one to cut, a bee or butterfly will fly to its rescue. Really, they do!)