Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day

William Shakespeare SONNET 18


Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:



Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:



Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;



And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:



But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I had fun interweaving this classic Shakespearean sonnet with scenes from a hammock, taken at our friends’ lakeside cottage. The final photo is NOT our friends’ house, but is a house across the lake from where they live. I liked the evening lighting falling on the house.

The photos were taken this past Saturday, which was a picture perfect day--blue skies, lovely clouds, good food, wonderful fellowship--if that doesn't define a summer's day, I don't know what does.