Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all…

“Of late the nights are dawning plum-blossom white.”

— Buson

She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper.…

— Neil Gaiman

I usually carry plum blossom incense because I work in different trailers and they have different odors. I like my little morning ritual of…

— Jerrika Hinton

The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the few whose…

— Charles Dickens

“She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like…

— Charles Dickens

“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery,…

— Henry David Thoreau

“On a summer morning she woke to a sense of returning health. She had been lying like a waste shore, at low spring-tide, covered…

— George MacDonald

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

— John Cheever

Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when…

— Richard Ford

“It was a beautiful Indian summer morning and perfect for savoring a few extra minutes in bed. There was a breeze blowing through my…

— Nancy B. Brewer

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes,…

— Patrick Carman

I am glad you encouraged me with the 'Stoke' [his painting 'Stoke-by-Nayland', circa 1835] What say you to a summer morning? July or August,…

— John Constable

“in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine”

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway…

— Henry David Thoreau

By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow