She opened the window and could hear the dry sounds of summer, the insect-voices… the cicadas... yes! Summer was arriving and would bring long torrid days that scorch green lawns to faded yellow, bright sunshine that rinses the ground, melodious songs of summer birds, which soothe melancholy minds. She thought about poetry. Nature, the mountains, the sea… all deal with the themes of summer. It was time to take nature-notes!

And no one could be better than Wordsworth and Hardy, she muttered with a smile.