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The Solitary Summer
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Elizabeth Von Arnim
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But
how
would
it
be
if
we
did
have
a
spell
of
wet
weather?
I
do
not
quite
know.
As
long
as
it
is
fine,
rainy
days
in
the
future
do
not
seem
so
very
terrible,
and
one,
or
even
two
really
wet
ones
are
quite
enjoyable
when
they
do
come--pleasant
times
that
remind
one
of
the
snug
winter
now
so
far
off,
times
of
reading,
and
writing,
and
paying
one's
bills.
I
never
pay
bills
or
write
letters
on
fine
summer
days.
Not
for
any
one
will
I
forego
all
that
such
a
day
rightly
spent
out
of
doors
might
give
me;
so
that
a
wet
day
at
intervals
is
almost
as
necessary
for
me
as
for
my
garden.
But
how
would
it
be
if
there
were
many
wet
days?
I
believe
a
week
of
steady
drizzle
in
summer
is
enough
to
make
the
stoutest
heart
depressed.
It
is
to
be
borne
in
winter
by
the
simple
expedient
of
turning
your
face
to
the
fire;
but
when
you
have
no
fire,
and
very
long
days,
your
cheerfulness
slowly
slips
away,
and
the
dreariness
prevailing
out
of
doors
comes
in
and
broods
in
the
blank
corners
of
your
heart.
I
rather
fancy,
however,
that
it
is
a
waste
of
energy
to
ponder
over
what
I
should
do
if
we
had
a
wet
summer
on
such
a
radiant
day
as
this.
I
prefer
sitting
here
on
the
verandah
and
looking
down
through
a
frame
of
leaves
at
all
the
rosebuds
June
has
put
in
the
beds
round
the
sun-dial,
to
ponder
over
nothing,
and
just
be
glad
that
I
am
alive.
The
verandah
at
two
o'clock
on
a
summer's
afternoon
is
a
place
in
which
to
be
happy
and
not
decide
anything,
as
my
friend
Thoreau
told
me
of
some
other
tranquil
spot
this
morning.
The
chairs
are
comfortable,
there
is
a
table
to
write
on,
and
the
shadows
of
young
leaves
flicker
across
the
paper.
On
one
side
a
Crimson
Rambler
is
thrusting
inquisitive
shoots
through
the
wooden
bars,
being
able
this
year
for
the
first
time
since
it
was
planted
to
see
what
I
am
doing
up
here,
and
next
to
it
a
Jackmanni
clematis
clings
with
soft
young
fingers
to
anything
it
thinks
likely
to
help
it
up
to
the
goal
of
its
ambition,
the
roof.
I
wonder
which
of
the
two
will
get
there
first.
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