Answers Quote by Emily Dickinson

“Lovely July… with the evocative murmur of honey bees on the wing and the smell of sun tan cream. —C”

— Sarah Ban Breathnach

“June ripened into July, then burst and withered and dried and became August.”

— Lev Grossman

“If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons?”

— Kahlil Gibran

“Where have I been while this person is leading my life with her patience, will and order? In the garden; on the bee and…

— Sharon Olds

When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.

— Srikumar Rao

“Summer was over in twenty minutes that day. Finished. At four o'clock in the afternoon the roses were quiet on their stems, full-blown, fulfilled;…

— Elizabeth Enright

When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock, And the brown bee drones in the rose, And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock, And summer…

— Madison Cawein

“There is a flower that Bees prefer— And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire— And Whatsoever Insect pass— A Honey bear…

— Emily Dickinson

The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees,…

— Cathleen Schine

“As that ripe summer turned to autumn, the sunlight cooled to a slantwise gleam, bronzing the beach grass and setting the beetle-bung trees afire.”

— Geraldine Brooks

“The bees came the summer of 1964”

— Sue Monk Kidd

Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing - Flesh and fleece, fur…

— Gerard Manley Hopkins