High summer, and my eyes can't get enough of what I see. The bees have a surfeit of flowers, nectar is everywhere. There is too much of everything good, all at once. Everything is lush and ripe and overgrown, but the heat makes us sleepy and slow.
A piece of writing that I read nearly everyday, from Eva Zeisel, the exquisite designer:
"To me, beauty depends on one single person, on the person who looks at something and feels joy in looking at it because it pleases him without second thoughts, irrespective of whether is is useful, whether it is art, or whether it is in good taste. It is the love affair of the eyes with the things they focus on. As its enjoyment is immediate and spontaneous, it is quite impossible to put into words how to make beauty." (italics, mine)