“Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare; And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.”— Francis Thompson, amazon.com
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”— John Lubbock, amazon.com
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”— Maud Hart Lovelace, amazon.com