...Merry, merry, take a cherry...

When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,

Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.

Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,

Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.

Emily Dickinson , American Poet who has been called the New England mystic, 1830-1886


For the Record,
This day came in with the heavy scent of building heat and humidity. A three day "scorcher" in the making as Nora would say.