Local Honey ...

“Life is the flower for which love is the honey.”

                ~ Victor Hugo

                   ~ 1802-1885

Local honey is for sale on the front porch of one of the colorful houses in Belvidere, New Jersey, a bright and fun touch of Americana on a late summer September day.

Belvidere, one of my very favorite places, is a charming Victorian town located on the banks of the Pequest and Delaware Rivers.

You'll Never Walk Alone ...

“When you walk through a storm hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,

Walk on through the rain,

Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone,

You’ll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone,

You’ll never, ever walk alone.”

              ~ “You’ll Never Walk Alone”

             ~show tune from the 1945 
Rodgers & Hammerstein musical “Carousel”

              ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley

                                                      ~ 1967

“At the end of the storm is a golden sky…” These lyrics from the beautiful and inspiring  “You’ll Never Walk Alone” came to mind when I saw this gorgeous sunset at the close of a stormy summer day in August at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania.         

Until Next Summer ...

“I’ll remember you

Long after this endless summer has gone

I’ll be lonely oh so lonely

Living only to remember you …

To your arms someday I’ll return to stay

Till then I will remember too

Every bright star we made wishes upon

Love me always, promise always

Oooh, you’ll remember too

I’ll remember you.”

                            “I’ll Remember You”

                   ~ written by Kui Lee, 1964

   ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley, 1966

A trail running through the State Game Lands to Bake Oven Knob, Germansville, Pennsylvania is spun into a summer memory as my most favorite of seasons shows off the last of its sun-dappled beauty on a mid-September afternoon.