DH Lawrence On A Midsummer Day

David Herbert Lawrence (September 11, 1885 – March 02, 1930)

I am unwilling to leave this deck-chair; I refuse to swot; let me write to you then, me lounging here on the grass, where the still warm air is full of the scent of pinks, spicy and sweet, and a stack of big red lilies a few yards away impresses me with a sense of hot, bright sunshine… Only the bees are busy, nuzzling into some wide white flowers; — and I am busy too, of course. It is a true midsummer day.