said Henry David Thoreau in Walden.
the seasons are about to change...I can already see the day a bit shorter from mid-July...I see the vegetables in the garden coming into full ripeness.
Stay in your shorts and sandals as long as you can....Rage Rage Rage against the shorter days....but fall will come....and it could look like this:
Walden -- The one who came from farthest to my lodge, through deepest snows and most dismal tempests, was a poet. A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a reporter, even a philosopher, may be daunted; but nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love.
Walden -- I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.
Walden -- Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Walden -- If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Walden -- if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Walden -- There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness