On the longest day of the year, what better than to use up every last minute of light on one of the few streams in Ohio with water cold enough to support trout?
No, I didn't catch any fish, but that's not always the point when fly fishing. We shared the river with a great blue heron. The woods were filled with evening birdsong. The drive out of the state forest twinkled with firefly lights.
by Sarah Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell.
All beautiful and splendid things...
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
The rest is here.
Roundup at a wrung sponge this week.