FRIDAY 17TH JULY

Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is as shallow as Time. (Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)



The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. (William Blake 1757-1827)

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This painting “Small Meadows in Spring” is by Alfred Sisley (1839-1899), one of the French Impressionists.



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Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there’s a sun that sets,
Primroses will have their glory;
Long as there are violets,
They will have a place in story;
There’s a flower that shall be mine,
‘Tis the little Celandine. (William Wordsworth 1770-1850)



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The music here is the well-known Serenade by Schubert played on violin and piano. I don't know who the musicians are.



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