A golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life that it see...

August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripen...

One glorious evening not too long ago, as we sat down to eat an al fresco dinner on t...

“A cloudless sky; a world of heather,Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;We two...

“A break in the heataway from the frontno thunder, no lightning,just rain, warm...

When the windSweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,As when some master-hand exu...

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