You know its summer when you want to go out in the garden and read "Alice In Wonderland" (also is it weird that I know all the words to the Jabberwocky)
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
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