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

In summer, the song sings itself. – William Carlos Williams

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