june bug

It's official: with fans full blast, windows wide open and sunshine that lasts well into the evening, June is officially here. I grabbed a great read (an extra long one, too) and headed out onto the lawn after dinner on Sunday. I read until the last shadow danced across my fingers and I could no longer see the words on the page. What better way to begin the season - the light cushion of green grass, a new story full of new characters, fast becoming dear friends, and the feeling that the warmth of summer is here to stay.

In summer, the song sings itself.
{William Carlos Williams}

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee.
{Emily Dickinson}

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
{Wallace Stevens}

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
{Sam Keen}

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon;
To me those have always been the two
most beautiful words in the English language.
{Henry James}