Thus pleasantly passes each morning there, when we are far away from the city, diversified often by a ride with the girls, whose clearest delight is a gallop; while after dinner we fill the time with tennis and music, and maybe a fete songs, till five o'clock brings the tea. Then comes the ramble on the hills, amongst harebells and heather, till it is time to return through the dusky glades, where we wish that the nightingales still were singing; when, as the glowworms show and the bats come out, and the owls in the woods are hooting, we get back in good time to the farm again as the moon is slowly rising. Blissful to its are such days as these, out in the open air!
Source: The Illustrated London News, July 1, 1882, p.19
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Summer: July
Summer: Roses
Summer: Mornings
Summer: Sounds
Summer: Drawing
Summer: Walks
Summer: Models
Summer: Rest