I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.

. . . and doesn’t it seem like everything moves by more languidly and yet more quickly all at once in the summertime?

{more crowns of blossoms:}
* muse
* spring
* summer of love
* ruffles & florals
* pure romance
* at home
* hazy summer days

{images: solange by daniel gurton for vs. magazine july 2011 via fgr}