Daisy Redux

Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep,

Need we to prove a God is here;

The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep,

Tells of His hand in lines as clear. - John Mason Good

found in the "Naturalist's Poetical Companion"

by Rev. Edward Wilson

The memories of summer receed with each passing day. I feel so fortunate to have been given the gift of time, place and subject matter to remind me of those bright, glorious blue sky days, just barely evaporated -- as the mornings now are getting cooler & cooler. It's been a while since I constructed a collage, thank you Picasa, and thank you Lisa for the prompt..... these bring me a great deal of contentment and dare I say serenity as well.