"That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; And the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well, it has happened yet again: another August dims to a close. Gone are the June soaks in the swimming pool and the July picnics and the August vacations.
Whether filled with lightening bugs and citronella candles or tide pools and Hawaiian Tropic, may your memories of the summer of 2010 be joyous and sustain you through the long dark winter.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
You've made me nostalgic for summer already, despite what the thermometer says!
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