blithe Spirit


Summer Flowers, John William Godward

My favorite season has moved into her sun-filled mansion and taken up residence. Ah, summer.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, that from Heaven or near it, pourest thou full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated Art.

                                                                        —To a Skylark, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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  1. Our summer took place some time in March. Now we have rain that jumped the cats and dogs stage and went straight to the elephants.

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