I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.
— Thomas Jefferson
Apples in the orchard
Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
Soft cheeks to the sun;
Roses faint with sweetness,
Lilies fair of face,
Drowsy scents and murmurs
Haunting every place;
Lengths of golden sunshine,
Moonlight bright as day,—
Don’t you think that summer’s
Pleasanter than May?
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Marjorie’s Almanac