Fragrant Quote for April 21st, 2012-THE LAST PAGE IN THE SUMMER JOURNAL By MIRIAM BROWER JACOBS

Pine Tree, oil painting by Giovanni Segantini



Fragrant Quote for April 21st, 2012-THE LAST PAGE IN THE SUMMER JOURNAL
By MIRIAM BROWER JACOBS

And what is our summer? Not that which dies as the red glow fades, but the summer that shall live in our love. What is our summer? It is the fragrance of a wild rose that we breathed for one exquisite moment. It
is the purple glory of a sunset that flooded the world around us as we stood gazing westward across a silver sea. It is a star-ray that when the sun had departed, shone upon us through the branches of a lonely pine. But more than these, it is the warm handclasp of a friend who stood with us when the wild rose bloomed and watched with us the twilight fade.