In summer, the song sings itself.
—William Carlos Williams, “The Botticellian Trees”
I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass , 1900
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Kelli Ann Wilson
Kelli lives in rural New Hampshire with her husband Damian and their two children. She works as a writer, and in her free time enjoys reading, gardening, taking pictures, walking in the woods, and celebrating the seasons of nature and the feasts, festivals, and holy days of the Christian year.