A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind.… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
Millions of American women, and some men, commit that outrage every summer day. They are turning a superb treat into mere provender.… — Rex Stout Copy Share Image
“She felt excited for no particular reason, in anticipation of exactly what she wasn't sure. It was sort of like everything -… — Christi Phillips Copy Share Image
“I loved how the sun and salt spray perfused my skin, filling me with the memory of light. God surely meant for… — Shaun David Hutchinson Copy Share Image
I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“The Blue Fly" Five summer days, five summer nights, The ignorant, loutish, giddy blue-fly Hung without motion on the cling peach Humming… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
It was anyway all a long time ago; the world, we know now, is as it is and not different; if there… — John Crowley Copy Share Image
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“Summer days, and the flat water meadows and the blue hills in the distance, and the willows up the backwater and the… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
