Summer afternoon – summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
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 it’s fresh young beauty will ever fade.
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