Reunion after few months

Thinking to be the next set-up for baby Ailen's birthday

Cake idea

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

n early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explode, and every sunset is different.

Oh, the summer night, has a smile of light, and she sits on a sapphire throne.

We might think we are nurturing our garden, but of course it’s our garden that is really nurturing us.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.