Thursday, February 3, 2011

Dear Summer...

"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

"In summer, the song sings itself." -William Carlos Williams

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer."
-James Russell Lowell

"What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade." -Gertrude Jekyll

Oh the Summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
-Barry Cornwall

... please come soon. Love, me.


  1. AMEN!
    Actually, I really want just Spring and Fall. Summer gets brutal down here. :-P Like, over 100 degrees.


  2. I miss summer, too. ='(

    Beautiful post! I love the second quote...ahhh. <3

  3. Ah, dry heat. Not nearly as bad as humid heat, where you walk outside and instantly MELT into a sweaty puddle. xP

    Thanks for following it! :-)


  4. This is the 2nd Summer-related blog post I've seen today. What is with you people? I guess the snow and ice everyone is getting makes you all wish for warmer weather. H'rumph.

    *whispers* {but secretly, I really liked the Summery pictures and quotes you posted} *wink*

  5. I love the summer sometimes; like when we can go swimming...which seldom happens. I don't know why. I rather prefer spring and autumn as well. About 70 degrees, with the sun shining and a very light breeze...perfect.

    Of course, I love the snow and ice too. It's the plain cold with no snow that I hate. Or worst of all the freeze and melt and freeze and melt that we are always getting down my way.

    Usually right about now I, too, am longing for the sun...summer, won't you come soon? Then the first day of 90+ hits, and I am weeding the garden or mucking out stalls, and I say to myself 'oh, don't I wish summer was over!'

    Human nature = dissatisfaction.