“September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings.”
“Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.”
“Summertime in the french countryside is the smell of ripening fig trees and the taste of wild blackberries.”
“It was a lovely afternoon - such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour.”
“Under certain circumstances there are few hours more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.”
“Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!”