“Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.” WholeMemoriesFireColorSummerCarrieNovemberOpal Author:Gladys Taber
“The leaves do not change color from the blighting touch of the frost, but from the process of natural decay. They fall when the fruit has been ripened and their work is done. And their splendid change of coloring is but their graceful and beautiful surrender of life, when they have finished their summer offering of service to God and man.” MenHas BeensDoneBeautifulFallProcessNaturalColorSummerFruitFinishedSurrenderOfferingDecaySplendidFrostService To God Author:Tryon Edwards
“Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green, which will merge as the weeks pass, the Summer comes, into a canopy of shade of busy chlorophyll.” StillsIndividualGrowthWeekLandColorSummerGreenPlantBusyShadeCanopy Author:Hal Borland
“No dish changes quite so much from season to season as soup. Summer's soups come chilled, in pastel colors strewn with herbs. If hot they are sheer insubstantial broths afloat with seafood. In winter they turn steaming and thick to serve with slabs of rustic, crusty bread.” IfsTurnsFoodColorSummerSeasonsHotCookingWinterBreadCulinaryThickDishesSheerSoupHerbsSeafoodRusticChilledPastelSlabs Author:Florence Fabricant
“the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for.” PeopleFirstsNightWhiteToo MuchWeekDogStrangeColorSummerRainHotSilentSorryDawnSunsetLightningBlankThunderAugustNoonAll AloneBreathlessQuiverDog Days Author:Natalie Babbitt
“In I Praise My Destroyer, Diane Ackerman demonstrates once again her love for the specific language that rises from the juncture of self and the natural world, and her skillful use of that language. Whether she turns her attention to the act of eating an apricot 'the color of shame and dawn,' or to 'the omnipotence of light,' or to grief when 'All the greens of summer have blown apart,' her linking of unique images, her energetic wit and whimsy, her compassionate investment in life, always bring new pleasures and perceptions to the reader.” WorldSelfUseLightTurnsLanguageNaturalPleasureGriefAttentionColorReaderPerceptionEatingSummerUniquePraiseShameInvestmentWitDawnCompassionateNatural WorldEnergeticSkillfulDestroyersOmnipotenceWhimsyJunctureApricots Author:Pattiann Rogers
“My uncle, who's an art teacher, took me under his wing and gave me a really strong foundation in art. I spent summers with him, and he taught me how to draw, how to see, how to mix colors, how to use different mediums and perspective, and so forth.” ArtDifferentUseStrongTeacherTaughtColorPerspectiveSummerDrawsFoundationWingsMediumsUnclesArt TeacherStrong Foundation Author:Kadir Nelson
“Gardeners in regions with very long summer days have a great opportunity, and should use more of the cool colors that literally glow in the low light of morning and evening.” ShouldLongUseLightOpportunityMorningColorSummerLowsEveningRegionsGardenerGreat OpportunitySummer Days Author:Janet Macunovich
“I've been really into a light, bright playfulness that's been missing. I looked at these '60s and '70s photos of Jackie O. She went to Capri every summer, but she was always a little more playful, a little more colorful, than she was in 'normal' life. And it was exciting to see her a little bit "off duty." The colors are from awning stripe umbrellas, from a really clear ocean, and from ripe citrus.” LittlesLightBitsClearMissingColorDutyNormalOceanSummerLittle BitExcitingRipeColorfulNormal LifeUmbrellaJackieStripesPlayfulnessCitrusCapriJackie O Author:Christian Siriano