Summer

Claude Monet – The Luncheon

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

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

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Sam Keen

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.
John Lubbock

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July,
serenaded by a cicadae lullaby,
to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.
Terri Guillemets

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