“I wish I could describe better the kind of happiness mid-summer always has given me, ever since my infancy almost when the wide extents of ripe corn stretched away endlessly and gave me even then a feeling of security, of peace, of happiness. The harvest songs of all peoples have given vent to it, but not in words.”
–Bernard Berenson, Sunset and Twilight
Does a particular sign of the season give you a special feeling of happiness? Or melancholy? I love seeing fruit stands along the roads.