The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals
open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day
in the sun.  It is so every summer.  One can almost hear their pink, fragrant
murmur as they settle down upon the grass:
‘Summer, summer, it will always be summer.’
-   Rachel [...]

On summer mornings up there, the far hills are blue, the air is warm and misty and full of white and yellow butterflies appearing and dissolving like bits of cloud. The glowing orange fritillaries, whose larvae eat the wild-violet leaves at night, and whose wings have mica spangles, swarm over the dusty pink and purple [...]