The May was the sweetest month ever for me! Well, probably not ever, for I have had wonderful months of May before, but this one certainly had a sweet charm for me and the days passed by as in a dream, each one lovelier than the previous one, spent in writing, daydreaming and being in love with love and everything. I had much fun reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Grace Metalious’s novel “Peyton Place” which focuses on the life of a small conservative town in New England and it’s just fun to read about people doing the same things as we are now back in 1939; people were always people. I’ve really enjoyed the colours and mood of paintings by Marie Laurencin and John Constable’s studies of clouds of which I have also written. May is such a lovely, sweet, pink, flowery month that it should last double the days, to prolong the sweet, spring idleness…
“They could not in the self-same mansion dwell
Without some stir of heart, some malady;
They could not sit at meals but feel how well
It soothed each to be the other by;
They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep
But to each other dream, and nightly weep.
With every morn their love grew tenderer,
With every eve deeper and tenderer still…”
(John Keats, Isabella or the Pot of Basil)
Bamford Edge, England – by Jonny Joyce
Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, England by BlueSky_s
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Celestial | by ericaelizabethprettythings
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Photo by Josep Castells on Unsplash
by Sappho
Flowers, picture found here.
Two pics above found here.
Macias Lippman “La jeune fille “
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Byron's Muse 
Wow so much beauty. It’s all lost on me now I’m afraid as I have just lost my beloved canine companion all too early, I am bereft, death came on swift wings was perhaps her mercy, ‘you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone is trite! Perhaps you know a comforting appropriate poem or tribute I don’t know to who this goes to, it doesn’t matter I guess Lost in grief
Richard – Heidi 💔
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I am truly sorry to hear that!! I know the pain of losing a beloved pet, and this poem by Sergei Yesenin is something I like to read when I feel sad about the parting of their souls from me:
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let’s have no sadness — furrowed brow.
There’s nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
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Thank you I can’t say goodbye, I like the last two lines
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Bernini, yes! I once had that Signet Pride and Prejudice paperback. Thanks for the memory.
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Those are so interesting covers. The book I have has a boring and brown cover, but I guess it’s the content which counts.
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Beautiful , as always !
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Thank you! 🙂
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