Summer is the stuff of dreams. A time of infinite fun. The days seems to last forever, and the nights are cool and delicious. It is a time of romance, excitement and enhanced enjoyment of life.
For me, growing up in Australia, Summer meant cicada song and the sound of lawn mowers braying on a Sunday morning. It is funny how still now, in the UK, the dronic sound of the lawn mower and the heavenly scent of a freshly cut lawn, transports me back to my chilhood. Carefree and in love with the kiss of the sun on my face.
Now, also, it's the explosion of colour in my garden and the wild flowers in the fields that signifies Summer is here! I just love the riotous joy in which nature celebrates this time of year. The freshness and freedom of all the beautiful blooms, lifting their buds to the sun, brings out in me a need to celebrate and spend more time with loved ones (having hibernated the winter months away)...
Nothing beats surprising friends and loved ones with bouquets of magnificent Summer blooms... just because...
Adorning my table with darling dinky milk bottles, overspilling with the precious floral blooms of wild flowers... their heavenly scent, intoxicating and warm... welcoming...
Bringing the outside in... roses from my garden, casually arranged for the joy of all who come to visit...
For Me... For You... For The Love Of Summer...
Love, GL x
Summer is the stuff of dreams. When adults sit at their desks, and children sit in school, they dream of summer. Summer is the time of infinite fun. The day seems to last forever, and the fun never stops. It is a time of romance, excitement and an enhanced enjoyment of life. Somehow summer never seems to last long enough. It is always over before we get a chance to fully experience its power. This is true of all things wonderful. They always seem too short.
Source:
https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/nature/summer/