There's nothing like a nice May day in Foxborough.
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here.
In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.
"I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane." "It never is, sir." "Lane, you're a perfect pessimist." "I do my best to give satisfaction, sir."
In season, all is good.
It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.
You've such a lovely temperature.
There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April... The sun trembles in his own soft rays... The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday.
The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.
Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.
I'm keen on the sun, so weather is an important ingredient for a perfect holiday.
On weekends, I sit in a lounge chair on my balcony. I love to be outside when the weather's right. I can stay there pretty much all day.
I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
I actually like getting up to blue skies.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.
Thanks be to God, the air is soft as in April in Seville, and it is a pleasure to be in it, so fragrant it is.
I'm a blue-sky, 85-degree, nine-holes-in-a-cart, lunch-on-the-terrace kind of girl.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.
