The parasol is the umbrella’s daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.
– Emily Dickinson
What a sweet poem! This post is brought to you by the smell of roses and narcissi and the joy of living in a country where there is sunshine !