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Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Flower, Smell

If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we've stashed away. But there are times when we're all autumn people.

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Autumn, July
Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Children, Glasses
Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.18, HarperCollins UK

...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Children, Sleep
Ray Bradbury (2012). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.97, Simon and Schuster

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Fall, Wine

And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in

Ray Bradbury
Summer, Morning, Children
Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.18, HarperCollins UK

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

Ray Bradbury
Beautiful, Summer, Eye

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