“We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.”
“Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...”
“The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die”
“Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.”
“He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.”
“The flowers themselves were strong and hardy. They filled the green with color and thrived on Camp Lakeview's land. Together. They spent the summer, and every summer thereafter, swaying lazily in the breeze, frozen in time.”