Perfect Day A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. – James Dent Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by Delft I like blue. View all posts by Delft
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i love the summer. it’a like a rebirth! i was born in july …and i always had good memories about this time of the year! i would like to live in a country were sun is shining , all the year. a another wish i ‘ll make have best regards!
Summer is lovely, the happiest time of the year.
At the same time I wouldn’t want it to be always summer: living in Los Angeles some years back, I found I missed the rain, and the leaves falling, the gentle mists… And always summer also means no spring which I love too.
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Doesn’t it? I wish I could jump in right now.