Wednesday, June 20, 2012

It's Summer!


Summertime is always the best of what might be.

― Charles Bowden

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

― L.M. Montgomery

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.

― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability

– Sam Keen

No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

– James Russell Lowell

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.

– Sarah Orne Jewett

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

― Pablo Neruda

Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet

– Bob Marley

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.

– James Dent

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

– Francis Thompson

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