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
listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across
the sky, is hardly a waste of time. — Sir John Lubbock
the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. —
the moon in autumn
A cool breeze in summer,
snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
This is the best season of your life. — Wu-men (1183-1260)