The story behind the design…
As the lemon rim of the sun rises, wildflowers are still cloaked in a cool mist and as the honeybees weave from flower to flower, we like to think they ponder this poem by Emily Dickinson “ I’ll tell you how the sun rose - A ribbon at a time - The steeples swam in amethyst - The news, like squirrels, ran - The hills untied their bonnets - The bobolinks - begun - Then I said softly to myself - That must have been the sun!”