Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
Leaving the waterside , where rushes stood thick and tall in a stream that was becoming sluggish and slow, he wandered countrywards, crossed a field or two of pasturage already looking dusty and parched, and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings. Here he often loved to wander, through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head-- a sky that was always dancing, shimmering, softly talking; or swaying strongly to the passing wind and recovering itself with a toss and a merry laugh.
Wayfarers All, Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Graham
Wishing you a lovely summer Sunday!
Thanks for stopping by! Ciao! for now!
Jacqueline
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