Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
A man thirty years old, I said to myself, should have his field of life all ploughed, and his planting well done; for after that it is summer time.
Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
I turned down a movie this summer because it was nine weeks in Vancouver and my oldest daughter is 14. I've got four more summers with her. I'm not giving away nine weeks of her summer to go do a silly movie.
Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.
Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strewberries melts On the vine.
I was one of the earliest supporters of Daylight Saving. I gave it my voice and my vote in Parliament at a time when powerful interests and bitter and tenacious prejudices were leagued against it, and while the mass of the population was either indifferent or scornful…. These advantages seem so clear and obvious today, that it is difficult to realize and recapture the mood in which the idea of summer time was received when, early in the 20th century …
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