" Damsons are ripe in early September, at a time when the garden paths are festooned with spiderwebs and the leaves start their slow...

" August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in...

" Summer did come at last and, when it did, it was one of those summers of poems and stories and country pictures, a once-upon-a-time...

" He had the indistinct feeling that the priest's forgiveness was the greatest assault and most tremendous attack he had ever...

" If spring is all about looking forward, and autumn about dying back, summer surely is the present moment: a long, hot now that marks...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...