{not} enough days of summer

  

"If there is an amateur reader still left in the world—or anybody who just 
reads and runs— I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book four ways with my wife and children." 

J. D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters

Let us make the flowers our bed, and the

Sky our blanket, and rest our heads together

Upon pillows of soft hay.

Let us relax after the day's toil, and listen

To the provoking murmur of the brook.

Khalil Gibran