“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
“Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
“I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.”
“Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.”
“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”
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