A porch is the only real reward
you need after a long summer's day.
a sailor in
a rowboat and ice-cream
on your dress
you're four years old.
Summer is a man with
between your toes,
the smell of a
Oh, summer is silk itself,
a giant geranium
music from a flute far away! -Michael Brown
to me those have always been
most beautiful words in the English language.
do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time.
The wonderful luxury of being at rest. The days
when you shut down the mental machinery that keeps life
on track and let life simply wander. The days when you
stop planning, analyzing, thinking and just are.
Summer is my period of grace.
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.
the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and
the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A
few of those
days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with
the world. -Ada Louise Huxtable
|Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life
the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable,
with the sweet fern and the juniper forever
and ever. . . -E.B. White
the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all
the flowers begin
to thirst for moisture. Then from
the hillside, some warm, still evening,
the sweet rain-song
of the robin echoes clear, and next day we wake up
dim morning; soft flecks of cloud bar the sun's way,
steal across the sky, the southwest wind
rippling the water into little waves
murmur melodiously as they kiss the shore.
|Summer is a prodigal of joy. The
Swarms with delighted insects as I pass,
And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride
Jump out all ways with happiness their guide;
And from my brushing feet moths flit away
In safer places to pursue their play.
In crowds they start. I marvel, well I may,
To see such worlds of insects in the way,
And more to see each thing, however small,
Sharing joy's bounty that belongs to all.
And here I gather, by the world forgot,
Harvests of comfort from their happy mood,
Feeling God's blessing dwells in every spot
And nothing lives but owes him gratitude.
By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--
Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--
A brook to no one but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
|Oh, how beautiful is
the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless,
unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and
refreshing coolness! How beautiful the
long mild twilight, which,
like a silver clasp, unites
today with yesterday! -Henry
How green and bright they are! How still they lie!
The summer fields out-stretching in the sun:
An emerald glory, sharp as any cry,
Dipping beneath the racing winds that run
Across the summer day on swift light feet,
To silver the little leaning, laughing grass,
To gild the tossing beads of ripening wheat.
Here is peace to store within the breast
Against the days of tumult and despair.
Within this cool green light the heart can rest,
The body strengthens in the clear clean air,
The soul grows tall, the viol-string tensions cease
Here in this summer stillness, summer peace.
Grace Noll Crowell
perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing,
the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
green and fair the summer lies,
Just budded from the bud of spring,
With tender blue of wistful skies,
And winds that softly sing.
makes a silence after spring. -Vita
sweltering. . . .Slow down. Or stop. It's time to shed
expectation, along with commutes, clothing, cellular phones,
calendars. Now our wants
seem to diminish. Is it because our needs are met? A shady
nook, a cold drink, a cool
breeze--whether indoors or out. A respite from the rigors of the
day. Time off for good
behavior. Summer is not so much a season as a melody, that tune
of contentment we
hum as the days begin to beautifully blur. The pursuit of
happiness becomes our personal
priority this month, as the sweet strains of . . . Harmony start to be
heard in our hearts. -Sarah
|Once upon a
time, I know not where,
I know not when. A dream, may be,
Out of a pine wood, unaware,
I stepped upon a quiet lea.
And on the quiet meadow I
Saw all around a carpet spread,
Far as the line where land meets sky,
Of motionless blown poppies red.
And on the blood-red carpet lay,
Regarded of a thousand flowers,
A lovely, tired summer day
In first sleep of the sunset hours.
No breath. No sound. A bird in flight
The air of evening scarce does cleave,
I scarcely see his stretched wings smite,
A black line in the fragrant eve.
Once upon a time, I know not when,
Long, long ago. A dream, may be,
But I can see it now as then,
The silent, purple poppy-sea.
A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
summer is when laziness finds respectability.
summer, the song sings itself.
-William Carlos Williams
|I walk without flinching
through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild
grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that
solitude presses against my lips. -Violette
is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and
exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and
labor, that summer reading belongs. -Henry
Home - About -
- abundance - acceptance
- achievement - action
- adversity - advertising
- anger - anticipation
- apathy - appreciation -
- art - attitude - authenticity
autumn - awakening
- awareness -
- balance -
beauty - being yourself - beliefs
- body - brooding
busyness - caring
- celebration - challenges - change
- character - charity
- children -
- commitment - common sense
- community - comparison -
- complaining -
- compromise -
- conscience - contentment
control - cooperation
- courage -
covetousness - creativity -
criticism - cruelty - death
determination - disappointment - discipline
- discouragement - diversity - doubt -
dreams - earth
ego - emotions - encouragement -
- envy -
- ethics - example
- experience - failure -
faith - fame - family -
fate - fathers - fault-finding
- fear - feelings
- frustration - fun - the future - the
garden of life - gardening - generosity
gentleness - giving
goals - God - goodness -
grace - gratitude -
greatness - greed
- growing up - guilt
- happiness -
hatred - healing -
health - heart -
helpfulness - home - honesty -
hope - hospitality
hurry - ideals
- identity - idleness -
idolatry - ignorance
- illusion - imagination -
independence - individuality - inner
child - inspiration -
integrity - intimacy
introspection - intuition
- journey - joy -
judgment - karma - kindness - knowledge - language
- laughter -
law of attraction
leadership - learning - letting go -
- love - lying - magic
materialism - meanness -
mindfulness - miracles
- mistakes - mistrust-
moderation - money
mothers - motivation - music
- mystery - Native American wisdom
- nature - negative attitude -
- open mindedness - opportunity -
optimism - pain
- parenting - passion
the past - patience - peace
perfectionism - perseverance -
pessimism - play - poetry
- positive thinking - possessions
potential - poverty - power
- praise - prayer
- prejudice -
the present moment - pride -
principle - problems
- prosperity - purpose -
reading - recreation
- reflection -
relationships - religion - reputation
- responsibility - rest -
revenge - risk - role models -
running - ruts - sadness -
the seasons of life
self - self-love -
self-pity - self-reliance
- selfishness - service -
silence - simplicity
- smiles -
solitude - sorrow - spirit - spring
stories - strength
success - suffering
- summer -
talent - the tapestry of
- teachers - teaching
today - tolerance
- tradition - trees
truth - values - vanity
- virtue - vulnerability - walking
war - wealth - weight - winter -
- women -
- work - worry -
- youth -
Dale Carnegie - Albert Einstein - Ralph
Waldo Emerson - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Elisabeth Kuebler-Ross -
Helen Keller - Mother
Teresa - Eleanor Roosevelt
Swett Marden - Albert Schweitzer - Aristotle
Mohandas Gandhi - Wilferd
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