Summer was a gift bestowed upon the survivors of winter’s wrath, even when the wind lay still and burning fire wood scented the air, it was always the promise of summer following, the awaited favorite season, the hope of it and the joy, the green grass smell of it, the free barefoot days of it that beckoned the winter weary forward.
-Vera Jane Cook
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