“Then followed that beautiful season . . . summer.
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” (Henry Wardsworth Longfellow.)
“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” (Henry James)
Summer and the perfect time to become a flaneur and wander the streets in this old Toronto neighborhood. The gardens of stately homes heavy with the fragrance of old fashion flowers.
The lovely lupine … a graceful wand of colour.
A whisper of lavender … the soul, the scent of Provence.
Graceful irises like pieces of the deep, blu sky flung into the garden.
A slender rope suspended between sheltering trees. To walk barefoot in the park on air. Summer is a glorious time in Trinity Bellwoods Park
SUMMER AFTERNOON … THE TWO MOST BEAUTIFUL WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE