Stream of consciousness on a rainy morn

Quote for today:

"Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed."
— George Henry Lewes (1817-1878)

Flourish--Русский

flourish (flûr'ĭsh, flŭr'-)
v., -ished, -ish·ing, -ish·es.
v.intr.
To grow well or luxuriantly; thrive: The crops flourished in the rich soil.
To do or fare well; prosper: “No village on the railroad failed to flourish” (John Kenneth Galbraith).
To be in a period of highest productivity, excellence, or influence: a poet who flourished in the tenth century.
To make bold, sweeping movements: The banner flourished in the wind.
v.tr.
To wield, wave, or exhibit dramatically.

n.
A dramatic or stylish movement, as of waving or brandishing: “A few … musicians embellish their performance with a flourish of the fingers” (Frederick D. Bennett).
An embellishment or ornamentation: a signature with a distinctive flourish.
An ostentatious act or gesture: a flourish of generosity.
Music. A showy or ceremonious passage, such as a fanfare.
[Middle English florishen, from Old French florir, floriss-, from Vulgar Latin *flōrīre, from Latin flōrēre, to bloom, from flōs, flōr-, flower.]

flourisher flour'ish·er n.
SYNONYMS flourish, brandish, wave. These verbs mean to swing back and forth boldly and dramatically: flourished her newly signed contract; brandish a sword; waving a baton.

Belle Epoque (French) or "Gilded Age" (westernized)--

I'm not sure why this popped into mind; but, it did... so, the research is here. In it there is a reference to Salon Music of whom -Francesco Paolo Tosti, composer of "O Sole Mio", or "My Sun" represents one of the great titles of this genre.

Love this rendition of it by: Enrico Caruso

English translation
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
The air is serene after a thunderstorm
The air's so fresh that it already feels like a holiday
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's in your face!
It's in your face!
When night comes and the sun has gone down,
I almost start feeling melancholy;
I'd stay below your window
When night comes and the sun has gone down.
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's in your face!
It's in your face!

More photos from this past month:
and here in full glory... my son! my street! and an embellished photo/quote.