“I never fall in love in August or September,” he proffered. “When the

“I never fall in love in August or September,” he proffered. “When then?” “Christmas or Easter. I’m a liturgist.” “Easter!” She turned up her nose. “Huh! Spring in corsets!” “Easter would bore spring, wouldn’t she? Easter has her hair braided, wears a tailored suit.” “Bind on thy sandals, oh, thou most fleet. Over the splendor and speed of thy feet” quoted Eleanor softly, and then added: “I suppose Hallowe'en is a better day for autumn than Thanksgiving.” “Much better and Christmas eve does very well for winter, but summer…” “Summer has no day,” she said. “We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…. It has no day.” -- source link
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