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Posted on July 1, 2010 by June

Oh, what is so rare as a day in July, today July 1, to be specific? About 70 degrees, sun washed air holding up a true blue sky, and yes this is a Chicago burb. I would compare this favorably with San Diego without question. Of course, Lake Michigan isn’t the Pacific Ocean, but these days with the horrific daily reports on the Gulf Gusher, living near the sea doesn’t have the same image it used to have. And we cannot forget the lush carpet of lawns, that holds our landscape in place. Yes sunny summer in Chicago can offer a beauty of its own. And as Keats said, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty”. The older I become, the more I agree. Emily Dickinson expressed this so masterfully: “I died for beauty but was scarce adjusted in the tomb When one who died for truth was placed in an adjoining room, He questioned softly why I failed, for beauty, I replied, And I for truth, themself are one We brethren are, he said. And so as kinsmen met a night, we talked between the rooms Until the moss had reached our lips, and covered up our names.

My apologies to Emily for errors, but I typed the poem as I remembered it.