I know, really? Obviously she didn't feel the same way about February light as we do, Nan. And the gentle poet would point out that she was dealing with a serious subject, but I'm not wanting to go there!
What a beautiful photo! Everything about it says home and comfort to me, from the gentleness of the curtains to the gorgeous pottery and beautiful flowers.
Thank you, Melanie! It was full of comfort for me too. And the slant of late afternoon sunshine coming through the kitchen door made me see it in a way that I hadn't really noticed before.
Even without sweet rays of sunshine to brighten up your charming kitchen, adorable daisies would, and you have both! What particular slant of light was Ms. Dickinson referring to, anyway? I mean, jeez, Louise, isn't ANY kind of sunlight, whether it shows up in the winter, spring, summer or fall, a fabulous sight to behold?! Methinks Ms. Emily was having an 'off' day, when she composed that poem; perhaps she hadn't slept well, frustrated with her phrasing of it, and the slant of light that broke through her bedroom window, woke her JUST when she had finally fallen asleep!
I'm sure the lovely, warm light that came in through your kitchen window, was greeted with a welcoming smile, Dewena, regardless of its slant!
I double checked to see because it's been a long time since I memorized this one for school and it does have to do with death. But I'll continue to think of my slant of light in more cheerful terms!
"oppresses"?? Really?! Just about as pretty as light can be. Love your picture.
ReplyDeleteI know, really? Obviously she didn't feel the same way about February light as we do, Nan. And the gentle poet would point out that she was dealing with a serious subject, but I'm not wanting to go there!
DeleteVery homey and pretty! Have a great week ~ FlowerLady
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Lorraine!And to you, also.
DeleteWhat a beautiful photo! Everything about it says home and comfort to me, from the gentleness of the curtains to the gorgeous pottery and beautiful flowers.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Melanie! It was full of comfort for me too. And the slant of late afternoon sunshine coming through the kitchen door made me see it in a way that I hadn't really noticed before.
DeleteEven without sweet rays of sunshine to brighten up your charming kitchen, adorable daisies would, and you have both! What particular slant of light was Ms. Dickinson referring to, anyway? I mean, jeez, Louise, isn't ANY kind of sunlight, whether it shows up in the winter, spring, summer or fall, a fabulous sight to behold?! Methinks Ms. Emily was having an 'off' day, when she composed that poem; perhaps she hadn't slept well, frustrated with her phrasing of it, and the slant of light that broke through her bedroom window, woke her JUST when she had finally fallen asleep!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the lovely, warm light that came in through your kitchen window, was greeted with a welcoming smile, Dewena, regardless of its slant!
Happy Tuesday, my friend.
Poppy xoxo
I double checked to see because it's been a long time since I memorized this one for school and it does have to do with death. But I'll continue to think of my slant of light in more cheerful terms!
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