The lace and ribbons in this painting show how Pierre Auguste Renoir used brush strokes of color next to each other to give the impression of what he saw rather than to paint it realistically.  

Continuing with Johannes Brahms this week a wonderfully familiar tune - Lullaby or Cradle Song titled, Wiegenlied Op. 49 No. 4 Wiegenlied Op. 49 No. 4





Emily Dickinson loved nature and had such interesting ways of describing things - beautiful analogies.  I hope you enjoy today's poem. 

THE DAY came slow, till five o’clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
The purple could not keep the east,	5
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.
The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,	10
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).
The orchard sparkled like a Jew,—
How mighty ’t was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,	15
The parlor of the day!