It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. – Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, 1941
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. – F. Scott Fitzgerald
My grandmother was the greatest cook in the world. She could just go in there, the whole kitchen would look like a tornado hit it and then shed come out with the best food. Then shed sit at the table and she wouldnt eat! – Edie Brickell
