I am Summer, come to lure you away from your computer… come dance on my fresh grass, dig your toes into my beaches. – Oriana Green, @NatureSpirits

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year — it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. – Author Unknown

Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. – Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir

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 Leduc, Mad in Pursuit