“To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.”
~Emily Dickinson
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Colored scents that fill the air as drowsy insects hum around in the meadow is the place of secret magic where nature alone renews itself.”
-- Kate Bergquist
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.”
-- John Lubbock
“Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
-- Henry James
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