[W]oods are filled with the music of birds, and all nature is laughing under the glorious influence of Summer. – Charles Lanman, “The Dying Year,” 1840
What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. – Gertrude Jekyll
It is not natural or inevitable that half the world goes hungry that the freedom of markets trumps protection of the planet or that citizens rights come second to those of corporations. – Frances OGrady
