'homage to Vincent'

”How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun.”  -Vincent Van Gogh

'homage to Vincent'

”How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun.”  -Vincent Van Gogh

The summer night is like a perfection of thought. —  Wallace Stevens
'the golden path'

“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” - Wallace Stevens

'the golden path'

“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” - Wallace Stevens

The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially—

The Brooks laugh louder when I come—
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?

— Emily Dickinson
life truth #1…“Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.” - Don Kardong

life truth #1…“Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.” - Don Kardong

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. — Henry James
aphrodite fritillary on milkweed
"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."    -Henry James

aphrodite fritillary on milkweed

"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."    -Henry James

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

'Bed in Summer' by Robert Louis Stevenson

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. —  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day
listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across
the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
—  Sir John Lubbock