It’s December in Florida, and there are still a few leaves clinging on the branches for dear summer.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWeeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.
This Book is Not FOR SALEWhen I was a child, our summer days were spent swimming; chlorine in my hair was like perfume to me.
Patti DavisI know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Robert BridgesI'm not the bake-sale-mom type - though once in a while, I'll make challah French toast for my sons.
Kelly WearstlerYou usually find me writing what I like to think of as intelligent summer action and genre films.
Max Landis