Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language ~ Henry James
Summer is 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
Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds ~ Regina Brett
Let a man walk ten miles steadily on a hot summer’s day along a dusty English road, and he will soon discover why beer was invented ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton












































































































































































































































































































































